I might be
a little bit drunk, but the fact remains
that he never was.
It never was.
I left this behind
the same way you leave behind
a pile of trash, bits of paper
Once upon a time it meant something and now
You wonder
why the fuck you held on to it in the first place.
Did you need it for a return?
Proof that this thing existed?
Waiting on you, I know
you'll keep me warm
Melt me
into nothing.
Very sad commentary on life, but unfortunately is valid at times
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Is that u april
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