yea it always hurts,
It spikes thru the left side,
thoughts we are stuck with forever,
forget about your lost time
stand inside with hands in my pockets
shades cover my eyes,
I don't like to fake interactions,
but I face myself every night,
I'm not mad at you,
do what you want to do,
manipulated by toxins taken,
vacantly sit in your room
©friedman27
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