Another night of lying to myself.
Another night of not knowing if I'm chasing nothing.
I know this is poison, but I love it too much to stop.
riverboat
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- very short rant
- :)
- dizzy and blinded
- When the first thing you do when you wake up in th...
- rue
- What's wrong with me? What am I doing with my life...
- how strange
- gasping for air
- hurt...
- wish me luck
- poison
- this is frustrating.
- pattern
- don't you let it go
- desperate
- not again
- i should write a song about it.
- do i want to know?
- end of hoping
- familiarity
- curled edges of old manuscripts
- a reprise/a long afterthought
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