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Tonight will fill With the bitterness Your tragedies spill. & you hate this. This endless, lonely night. Empty minds With their empty, Lonely lives. Some days you will fill With some old vice. Though It will never be enough To **** & the night will always define the daylight. & empty always defines your heart. I don't think this will change. I think you're just built this way. Tonight will fill With the darkness You've started calling home. Cigarettes will go by the name "Friend" & you'll spend your night wondering Whether any of this Will ever end.
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Feb 1, 2021
Feb 1, 2021 at 11:49 PM UTC
A personal tragedy
Tonight will fill With the bitterness Your tragedies spill. & you hate this. This endless, lonely night. Empty minds With their empty, Lonely lives. Some days you will fill With some old vice. Though It will never be enough To **** & the night will always define the daylight. & empty always defines your heart. I don't think this will change. I think you're just built this way. Tonight will fill With the darkness You've started calling home. Cigarettes will go by the name "Friend" & you'll spend your night wondering Whether any of this Will ever end.
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Feb 1, 2021
Feb 1, 2021 at 11:49 PM UTC
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