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A thief knows not the 40th day
I am today's thief
There is a heartbreak brewing around
I can only see it
My senses have not turned so do not call me insane
It is haunting me under the crescent
The love stamp is turning grey
No,no,no,
In me are waves of toxicity
I cannot regain footing
I am a stammerer at goodbyes
Trauma sunk deep to ridges
There are empty reasons to stay
Running out of tears
People will call it life
No matter how torn and wretched I am
I don't know why I think that's my Happy PlaceπŸ’šπŸŒ˜πŸŒ™
Β©symay