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Doomed

My mental state is starting to break again
I think it was just seeing her
Said it before she's the Joker to my Harley
So can you tell her the burden me
I think I'm desperate to find a poison ivy
I'm drowning here awake
Gargling tar in my lungs
It doesn't shine the way it used to
I think I like the abuse
I think I confused it for love all the time
The worst you treat me the more I love you

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Damon Blackery

Fri 15th May 2020 22:50

It's my existence so write about it.

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