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Mar 2022
sick of chasing
you're the one
that always
runs through my mind

this field
my makeup
reality
is muddled

eyes that echo
dreamy moonlit eves
i have to let go
if i don't i'll drown

leave, and make it
the last time you do
if you come down
i'm goin too

now i think
i'm happier than
i'll ever be
still in misery

that's the best
i can hope for
a loser like me
it's a mystery

why i still live
i appreciate
the love y'all give
but it's *******

so i'm hunting
this bottom is no peak
doubt i find what i seek
but won't catch me fronting
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