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Almost as if writing fell out of style,

First one, again, in a while,

Minds stayed on trial, heart the defendant,

Mind has strayed but my eyes stayed dependent,

Heart is absent but that's expected,

Once broken by many, by me always collected,

By me corrected, then left on ice,

Got me some not once but thrice,

Only once was nice, others were like me with many flaws,

If we werent love why did it feel so much like it was?

Jaws drop to no applause, silence is all I have with me,

That plus the memories and this whiskey,

Dont you miss me? What a lie we ended up being,

Still hate when my family said they were seeing,

I choose always believing, negative thoughts barely have their say,

With music constantly in my left ear it's easy for the days to slip away.