A Small Collection of My Many Thoughts
By tanacrys
You play me like a beautiful instrument
but I think you're over your band phase
It takes someone 21 days to overcome addiction
I finally realize you're a disease
You make prison seem fun
Will flowers grow here
over the grave of our love
My glass feels
half empty today
Wishes give us hope in life
You are toxic
I am contaminated
Pain is always there
suffering is a choice
toast can never
be bread again
trust can never
be restored
I still think of you
the old you
I confuse my reality
with dreams
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