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Feb 2018
You lie to me just to use it!
You walk through me like I blew it!
You ask me, why do I change,
When I’ll lose it!
If you really meant it, you would show it! Not throw it, down the drain,
Like you did yesterday,
I’m going insane,
Like I’ve done everyday,
While you **** with the fakes,
You’re becoming the same,
That’s not my name,
I won’t touch your shame,
You **** with the game,
Of nothing to blame.
Your brain!

Is left in the dark and I’m not going back there.
I wish could lie but I promised I would swear.
That maybe,
I’m not meant for this...
And depression, doesn’t exist...
A blanket of mist,
You put on your lips...
I wish I had more patience...
Josh Overson
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Josh Overson  22/M/Corpus Christi TX
(22/M/Corpus Christi TX)   
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