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Jan 2018
I haven't felt love anymore...
Much less being liked.
No one wants a deadbeat valentine.
I didn't think twice
Saying you were right
You weren't.
There's some core fault within me
I blame myself you see
For all of our mistakes
I'll hate me

Are you fueled by pain?
In love with my stains?
Hating a broken reign?
Loving I'm slain?

Your Host:

Who doesn't want a broken, dead inside, psychopathic low life...

It hurts more than it should
The nothing I am.
I'd bury you I would
The nothing I am.

What if it was costing us both...
I don't want to miss the most...
Just being lost in your ghost...
There is nothing to boast...
Feeling overdosed...
I am, your host...
I hate you pretend not to see me
And I pretend to still be free
Josh Overson
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Josh Overson  22/M/Corpus Christi TX
(22/M/Corpus Christi TX)   
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