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#passionless
At this point We broke up 11 times In a span of 8 months You take no blame No accountability I always be the one To lose a bit of myself Everytime I apologize And try to make things right Even you said it That the love gone Yet we always keep coming back Why Lord knows your low regard to my Pedestal I put you is crumbling Idk if I can remain loyal Personally I don't even care for you I know my self worth and I'm not To be used or to be looked down On by someone as lowly  as you. Sorry but I'm done with you Keep your ignore/block game true Show social media just how Unsavoury you truly are
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Jul 19, 2019
Jul 19, 2019 at 2:12 AM UTC
Familiar comfort
I try to hide That I lost my light It's still inside Just not in my eyes My heart is heavy Along with my soul This lifestyle of mine Has taken a toll I'm always sick Trying to stay cool But it just doesn't stick And I'm being a fool I'm mostly sad At odds with my spirit My intuition says go But I pretend not to hear it
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Sep 27, 2017
Sep 27, 2017 at 12:17 AM UTC
Flickering Light
Lights talk with flashing Lights sing with a low hum I walk the pavement alone with poor company, me and only ever me No voice, no fire, no song to sing in signal I can make smoke signals, though. Watch how many cigarettes I can smoke. It's how I how I find my friends It's how I do my best to pretend
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Aug 29, 2017
Aug 29, 2017 at 7:58 PM UTC
Suffer Summer: "All You Need to Know"
i awoke at the sign of obsession nor can i recall the incision of such a poisonous blank stare into dusk     the anguish and disgust embedded into subconscious lucid atmos has got to remain at      a sincere halt as the .25 percent of whole that i feel can't even express how                   low that is a lack of oxygen impairs neurons to reciprocate any        negativity a deep breath     diluted vision and a memory of passionless lust is           awareness
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Oct 29, 2015
Oct 29, 2015 at 4:21 AM UTC
Untitled
Life's lust Dries casts Around crusted Finger tips. Savory juices Evaporate in Parched throats Of passionless lives. Aching to be quenched By tasteless aces
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Nov 22, 2014
Nov 22, 2014 at 5:03 PM UTC
Void