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Sep 2019
Someone asked me what I was thinking about today.
I don’t like to think anymore,
I don’t value myself,
I will never understand how someone else can be happy.
I’m barely happy when I’m numb.
Digging my own grave,
Slowly but surely I digress.
There’s nobody left listening,
Hearing a dial tone,
Expecting an answer.
I know you’re somewhere,
Better you than me.
I see you acting strange
I can tell it’s not love.
My future looks bright,
There is no future for me,
I’ll lead myself to the grave
Oh.
Evan
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