I felt like I was in a metaphysical prison, the world was on my shoulders, and my lover wanted nothing to do with me. This is the end product of those feelings.
My heart beats out of pace, this place is worse than prison, I can see light in a prism, life isnt a box of chocolate, its a call placed late, my mind is irate and I’m feeling hate. Why cant you let me outta this place? I need to fucking erase. One week has passed and half another, I feel as if its because of my mother, maybe you’ve just found another? Sorry if you feel smothered.
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