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Simp

by Static_Heartbeats

I miss your eyes on me, And I can’t sleep, Your voice in my head, Unable to think, The mist and the tears, I can’t decipher between; And another glass sits empty. I’m blank of meaning Without any ideas to say, Just tell me if I’ve been pushed From your mind already Because the silence Has taken me to an asylum, And when I yell to the breeze against my face Barely alive and disregarding speed limits, I wonder if the lyrics I speak Tear you to pieces As they do me, Since they speak truth better than my own. When did you forget me? It’s degrading to only know By feeling, And not by telling. I can taste the sulfur In the air tonight. Why didn’t you warn me?
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Static_Heartbeats
20 / M / TX
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Written by
Static_Heartbeats
20 / M / TX
Published
Apr 18, 2021
Time
2m
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30 lines, 258 days left.

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