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Oblivion
Sickle spit on the soul
Revolving anxiety
this revolver
Tiiickkk
End it
Should I?
No gun, dreams are fickle
only pills to numb the pain
told to discard of the hord
2 overdoses are
Too many
(Apparently)
But you can't tell
Someone who needs assurance
to get rid of it
Someday they're wrap up my mind
And I'll slip into a beautiful oblivion
Rebellion?
No.
Just exhaustion
He has a
New girl now
Because
'I'll love you forever'
Doesn't mean shiiiiiit
When I ended it
I'm not angered
just settled in the security
that it's over
For always.
Revolving anxiety
this revolver
Tiiickkk
End it
Should I?
No gun, dreams are fickle
only pills to numb the pain
told to discard of the hord
2 overdoses are
Too many
(Apparently)
But you can't tell
Someone who needs assurance
to get rid of it
Someday they're wrap up my mind
And I'll slip into a beautiful oblivion
Rebellion?
No.
Just exhaustion
He has a
New girl now
Because
'I'll love you forever'
Doesn't mean shiiiiiit
When I ended it
I'm not angered
just settled in the security
that it's over
For always.
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