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“I’m over it,” I say through tears Months pass bit by bit Probably going to be years My words betray me I don’t say how I feel Is this some ****** up daydream? Is this even real? “I’m over it,” My heart’s not committed My room is barely lit Sobbing over words I submitted If being melancholic Was a sort of drink or mix Then by God I’m an alcoholic Bartender, show me your tricks “I’m over it,” I repeat in the mirror I’m stuck in a pit And you can’t make it clearer You told me I would Get over this cliff Honestly I wish I could But I keep wondering, “what if”
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Jan 8, 2018
Jan 8, 2018 at 9:09 AM UTC
Over It
“I’m over it,” I say through tears Months pass bit by bit Probably going to be years My words betray me I don’t say how I feel Is this some ****** up daydream? Is this even real? “I’m over it,” My heart’s not committed My room is barely lit Sobbing over words I submitted If being melancholic Was a sort of drink or mix Then by God I’m an alcoholic Bartender, show me your tricks “I’m over it,” I repeat in the mirror I’m stuck in a pit And you can’t make it clearer You told me I would Get over this cliff Honestly I wish I could But I keep wondering, “what if”
#love#regret#breakup#melancholy#fallingout#relationship
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Nyanch
17/M/Pennsylvania, USA
Jan 8, 2018
Jan 8, 2018 at 9:09 AM UTC
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