These narsicistic souls
tearing up this world
my self loathing fantasies of
You are my poison arrow
you are my broken sorrow
you are
I'm getting tired
i must confess
of being played
im not the best
I
Sunday morning wake up
and i have no friends again
every
We're done talking
about really nothing important at all
we're done hating
for
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