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Apr 2018 · 266
whits end
mato devin Apr 2018
Past at my ankles with every step
Future rolling over me without sleep.
Is there a way to replay the past without sulking in regret
Or am I stuck replaying good times waiting for my death?
Apr 2018 · 391
Pain. Confusion. Spite.
mato devin Apr 2018
Bitter blanket, one that bites.
Even colder when she says yeah your right.
Still in love but cant seem to function,
Lets just hope we can find it for tonight.

But tomorrow is some other news.
Unlucky coins flip says you lose,
Ill be on the couch tonight.
Hate to see the beautiful end to a bottle of *****.

Drunk slurs turn to im the reason there is no doubt.
**** maybe if id taken her out,
More or and I shouldve.
I can **** up more without a reasonable doubt.

Drink to numb the pain of knowing all along
I was never the problem in this broken love song.
One is never the problem when pointing the finger.
Should be feeling better now that shes gone.
  

So why arnt I

NT

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