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my back hurts and I'm tired

of these lies lingering in

this heated home, 'I'll call

you soon' and soon never comes



my mind swings this way and

that trying to capture things

to keep me still,

the black around my eyes slid

off with the tears and left to

find the circles under his,



under his bed he hides the 'white'

suppose it's true 'cause the lies

are still lingering here in my

room...

for the past 5 days I've been

forgotten and remembered in so

many ways,

suppose I breathe in and out 5

times and my breath somehow made

it to him and blew the 'white'

out of his mind.

would he call me and stop the lies?

or was I just his week or two...

this blue lit screen keeps me weak.



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