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justified paranoia
Always on guard of the love you claimed was ours
as I looked up at the stars
I realized I was holding onto too hard
Wednesday 25th November 2020 3:39 pm
digging your own grave
I hope you’re haunted by the love you lost in the chaos you twisted and turned
I’ll be the dove hanging onto the wire you burned
In the quiet you conjure up all the spirits who will never return
As I hold onto empty words
How you tortured me in this chapter
Cheers to your happy never after
Wednesday 25th November 2020 3:29 pm
self obsessed
You love calling me crazy too
Lying holding your breath you’re turning blue
As I start calling out your other muse
Said I’m the only one that you choose
Feeding me another empty excuse
You swung giving me the ugliest bruise
Wednesday 25th November 2020 3:23 pm
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