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Slow Motion
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poems Tell me I'm a joke
I want to feel your harsh words
As they burn the back of my throat
Make it all spin around in slow motion
Whatever it is you want
Just take it and leave me
I'm not able to care for it now
What makes you think I'm prepared for this?
Push me over the edge
Long I have been dangling
End is arriving sooner rather than later
So leave before I drag you down with me dear
Cancel our future
For I don't own one
And a joint account doesn't work
Collect your things and whatever owed
