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Feb 2019
R.
Pulled me apart to stop the bleeding
Oh, how naive to keep believing
These vacant tears can hold no meaning
They animate only to halt my leaving

Touch your face to stop the aching
See the mistakes we know we're making
It becomes too hushed, when we're on our own
Then we fall into fiction when we get home
Casualties of a Stockholm syndrome
We all become these empty beings

Once again, I'll soon be leaving
You'll stay inside selective seeing

Haven't we heard enough already?
You want me to leave, why can't you just let me?
Hallow ridges keep us climbing,
Constantly trying to reach a silver lining
I'm touching your face to try and stop you aching
Staring down all the mistakes we're making
I'll lie to myself when I get home
So I can pretend I'm not alone
This pretense is even worse than wise,
Haven't we already said goodbye?!

Let's just let it go
I can be quiet all on my own
And I don't have to pretend
I know, I could never call you a friend

But you just couldn't even call
Stíofáinín
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Stíofáinín  35/F/Ireland
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