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Death


Movin all around

//

Death

Residing in the hatred

In the mass confusion



Death

in the trivial *******

The superficial heartbreak


Death

From the nonsense of our poetry

Written to strangers


Death

Because

No one means nothin to themselves

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Sound byte semblance

Of real feelings

We tell nothin to nobody

Of who we are

••

Trivial

Love making

with no sense of freedom


Sickly

Sickening

Murderous intending


Another day

Another ****** wasted


Another girl to mock and scorn

As she fakes being betrayed

oh well


I think I'll write so lovely

Today


But it is painful to see you

Pretending to

Feel

./:.