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i hate the loss of A limb.
i hate the overwhelming warmth.
i hate not moving when i sleep.
i hate the rebounds.
i'd like one to keep for good.
i hate the makeshift hookups
that only lead to goodbyes and i'll never see you agains.
i miss the old ones.
i miss the first ones.
i miss a lot of people.
but i'm glad things are moving on.
because our mistakes simply become hindsight.
and for me, that's 18/20
because of the drug induced memory loss.
But these things i miss still come back from time to time.
and i'd like to find these old friends,
and some, i'll make them choke
i hate the overwhelming warmth.
i hate not moving when i sleep.
i hate the rebounds.
i'd like one to keep for good.
i hate the makeshift hookups
that only lead to goodbyes and i'll never see you agains.
i miss the old ones.
i miss the first ones.
i miss a lot of people.
but i'm glad things are moving on.
because our mistakes simply become hindsight.
and for me, that's 18/20
because of the drug induced memory loss.
But these things i miss still come back from time to time.
and i'd like to find these old friends,
and some, i'll make them choke