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. 




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