from a plane, passing by

there never was a problem getting up in the morning

until recently

painful drawn out sighs

wishing you would turn clockwise and realize it’s because of you

shifting blame doesn’t seem to play well when it’s my mind that tends to scrape hell sentences off the sidewalks

we fell

where cracks have taken over

our cell

don’t jump on them

ring the bell

i found the end

should i get pretty?

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