A rock sitting on my brain
it feels like the plague
you're just sitting there,
no new news,
there's nothing I've heard,
But there you sit,
on top of my brain,
draining all the blood out
god damn you child.
just go back to where you came from.
Make the paranoia of losing it go away.
you wrote that you weren't worth it on your mirror.
I used to know you like the back of my hand,
but now a days things don't look as familiar.
leave this one alone.
been a few years, lets give it a couple more.
Let this be the exhale from a long and deep breath.
10 years ago
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