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Jul 2017
my eyes are burning
when the lights reach them

i went shopping
got lots of stuff

he has his
city family

never picks up
the phone
for his own blood
children

yeah i know he
doesn't care
and i wish i could
spit out fire words
to the phone

i crawl into
a shell once
i hear his voice

i'm probably traumatized
it doesn't matter to
anyone though

because i should
learn to get up
on depressing days
and practice fake happy

no one takes anything
personal

if i was on the verge of death
we would forget about it
in a few weeks

go on with life
not even bothering
with what's going on
in our heads

pick up the phone
and hear the haunting voices
that talk problems

while having a nightmare
around 7 o clock

cracked telephone

doesn't even call me
anymore
eileen
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eileen
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