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Who Jan 2018
Our history is like a sheet of glass, shattered to pieces.
It's now millions of shards
And picking them up is hard

But it's even harder
To put that sheet back together
Because no matter how much glue you use,
At any moment it could shatter.

Again.
Who Jan 2018
W h a t   t h e   *******

Who says that stuff to someone when they have work the next day...

And yet its still the best **** conversation I've had in a while because everybody is fake these days and you kept **** real
There's still a lot to say tbh but whatcha gonna do
Who Dec 2017
Ok Google…
Find me directions to Sanity Street.

Finding directions to Sanity Street.
*There is heavy traffic and construction; you are on the slowest route.
I trusted you with my mind but you drove drunk and killed it in a terrible accident.
Who Dec 2017
Stop telling me how to live my life
As if you really care

I know it's *******, and you do too
You're just scared you can't control what I do


At least, anymore.
Leave me the **** alone already
Who Dec 2017
Brown, silky,
"You don't know me"
I wish I did,
But for the wrong reasons
I want to love you
But I change with the seasons
Feelings are not my specialty
Who Oct 2017
Call me crazy, but I refuse to perform CPR on a dead friendship.
Who Aug 2017
They call me a *****,
And sure, I get around
Every night sees intimacy
With prostitutes of simplicity

Night one, is simply Alone
She's a subtle one, but hard to own.

Night two sees Happiness, but like the rest,
we enjoy one night, and she's gone the next

Night three, Depression, she's a real *****
She's like a crazy ex girlfriend, hard to ditch
She'll hunt you down wherever you go,
No matter where, she seems to know.

Night four is Anxiety,
She leaves her mark
She makes me nervous
And she's a freak in the dark

Night five I take a break,
But all of them visit me
They break into my mind
But not Happiness she's busy

For they're not prostitutes,
Just lonely souls
Looking to take advantage
Of people not whole

When you leave your mind open
This is what you ask for
Sleeping around with all those feelings
Does make you a *****
Depression left me 12 voicemails

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