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I feel in it my bones. That old familiar ache. A cross I wore to splinters. Bearing my soul to listless ears. To empty hands. What I'd give for an empty mind.
I could smell the beer on your breath as you slurred the words I have been dying to hear, but does it matter? Does it mean anything if you can't say it sober. Tell me you love me. And goddamn it, mean it.
The cities past my window shown bright, but not as bright as your eyes. I told you I'd never leave.
A stinging sensation I thought I've long forgotten. I would have put on some tea if I knew you were coming.
In form so pure as natures own, they will use you as a weapon anyways.
I walk down this same avenue again, hoping it will be different, better. spoiler alert: nothings changed.
A place I called home, filled with beasts lurking in the still blackness, teeth barred and gleaming, what a wonderful place to be.
im on a mission to find out where im going, im on a mission to find out the truth, im on a mission to not be so afraid, im on a mission to escape my youth, but most of all im trying to find you.
i decorated my heart with thoughts of you and all the stuff you put me through...and i must say it looks quite nice.
a new lease on life, release the old tension brewing inside, tell me the truth and spare me your lies.
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