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band aids
Closure sets in a little bit of saddness
makes you reminice the time we seen magic
sudden change. rearranging your mind can be a bit tragic.
always moving. forever changing. where is this road leading to.
Ive been washed up. and tied up. and strung out.
the only thing I regret is not knwoing if I was right even with the doubt.
covering my memories with substance and substancial band aids.
I cant stop until the thought of you fades.
yet my issues come out more and more.
I am losing this war with myself
sinking into my subconscious
take me away. or be here to stay.
I am just a piece to this sick game you play.
