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Alone with some rolled, locked door in my home,

feeling something so i eject it in a poem,

or grab my acoustic to play it out in song,

in the end all i pretend is i'm not alone,

most nights i wish we never touched,

wished i didn't like you this much,

or know how it felt to be together,

my closest friends are begging me to forget her,

how can i not remember what we had?

even if the ending was nice, still it's bad,

adding another near fatal wound to my scars,

as i open them all up after a night out at bars,

never gonna hurt me, once you said it,

why'd i believe you? it was i who let it,

get to the point where i may need a medic,

cause i can't handle all the post-us stresses.