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a small amount of potential they're talking about idle runaways and yellow pages while i die
smiling
forcing myself into oblivion
i search for underlying dreams
instead of rest
ache...
when will i find the defining lines
today and forever lost waiting
without an irrational thought in my head i
fade
as one and over time
like you
tying up the knots inside with bruised hands and scarred wrists
satisfaction just one more day away
and never enough
sick of this repetitive taste
because each hour brings everything and nothing
like a nightmare
wake me up and tell me it wasn't real
hurt
after hurt
after hurt
half started but never half finished
