the bottom of the bottle jus isn't appealing to the mind...
so its to the head thoughts havta invite the eyes...
in mirrors that taste ends as the edges broken slit the tongue...
unable to talk of what life lacks when it comes to others claiming luv...
no substance was ever worth the fall into the drift...
no matter the pain it was worth every once of pain tugging on the ribs...
self jus doesn't have any will to event think to quit...
though the heart refuses to start back up n continue to live...
losing belief in others fallen to lifestyles claiming trust...
as lies are dropped into hands gripping the hips as lusts...
feeling crazy to even consider the bs that covers the pain...
it's to endure the twist the way it was intended to be gain...
to remain in reality until it runs from the now that changed...
looking at life through a new way of thinking jus came to be the way...
without the intake of harmful wastes to replace the memories recollection of friends...
pushing through the feeling of wanting to die comes to be known as the strength that defends...
sitting on the edge of the mind whispering what it takes to tame emotions gone astray...
having no blame to point at a high for ransom barely holding on to be tamed...
there's no catering to the broken pieces in their own that do not understand the tap that gives...
as reflections not once fell low enough o sell off betrayals long lived...
straight n hurt the anguished heart felt every slit to create scars...
barely making progress was good enough to not run so far...
never missing self like an other had their moment to cripple the will...
as no tweak ever made sense to partake in character losing the ultimate thrill...
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