take it as such
nothing much happens
in the comforting, pandering of tomorrow.
everything lingers
on the edge of true sorrow
on the pieces
of you and me and others
lost in heartache and shadow.
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Just be the shit on the fucking floor crumble down, it's the final score you know you're worth nothing, prick, and you were the one ... -
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