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Endless Pit

Breaking our hands apart

In this loud mini-mart

You hate that touch

It’s just too much

Well when will it be enough?

That’s just tough

Pretending to care

I make this one swear

You’ll be taken care of

When will I get this love?

Retrieving this caring hand back from you

Just give me one **** clue

You’re not what I was expecting

Your old soul is not worth resurrecting

What’s with all this mess?

This is just my best guess

We’re too unalike

Thrown into this month long sike

I said that’s it

Enough of this endless pit

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Written by
tobias-graves
American
Published
May 16, 2013
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