A song I wrote yesterday
I will not waste precious breath
Describing how you were my everything
And how I never wanted it
To end the way it has
I've a thousand grievances, my dear,
I could go on for days,
But you have not been listening
For months now, it would seem
I'm cold and
All the things that I can't say are cycling back into my blood,
All the things
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