uh yea, i got nothing

[inkmeagain]

double entedres abound
inside my head
there is no sound
nothing to be said

conversations keeping coming back
back to one thing
questions i can't answer
things I don't want to explore

I could leave it all behind
but what for
everything i own is here
I'm just here to shed yet another tear

you don't want me
I can see that
but what am i good for?
just nothing better to do
for me or you

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