my choices are no longer me choosing a spot to think but I can no longer see" happiness" in you and me, feeling sad all the time in just moments when you were mine,on my chair reclined feeling wealth without dollar coins I'm just walking blind flipping head or tails for a smile not wanting to be on that side where I'll be deemed infertile, stuck alone to myself my past is always present in dreams of being magnificent in reality with all elements taking a grip of my conscience, no bounds to which you hate me 'ive felt your pain"all high and greatly hammered thinking that your smiles would ease my showers I'm soak all doped on flowers and promises broken memories are what love is no makeup or shiny things trying to figure out what life really is..
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