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Sandman O.D.
She stole my heart
And she got away.
Waiting for her return.
But to her it's just a game.
Feening like an addict.
Addicted like bad habits.
Sandman come visit me.
Dust me until I O.D.
Escaping fantasies.
Relief from memories.
Dramatically traumatized.
Refusing to realize.
Like PTSD, she's got a hold of me.
In day or dream, there's no escape it seems.
And she got away.
Waiting for her return.
But to her it's just a game.
Feening like an addict.
Addicted like bad habits.
Sandman come visit me.
Dust me until I O.D.
Escaping fantasies.
Relief from memories.
Dramatically traumatized.
Refusing to realize.
Like PTSD, she's got a hold of me.
In day or dream, there's no escape it seems.
Published 31st Dec 2024
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