Bullets For Breakfast

Drifting unaware, it’s how you like me positioned, eager regarding throwing my life away.

Mental deficiencies I’ve, thoughts like maybe everyone I interact with are perfectly placed thieves, stealing my effort’s eyes away.

Cycles repeated as light in my soul deleted depleted, winds tossing my tears like warn bullets, I’m not sure if I should live.

Get away from me.

Delusional decisions am I sleep.

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