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Further down than a footnote
Drink with me under heavily used bridges
Liquid shots until bullets
Are we really stuck in passive aggressive quicksand
Completely damned
Loved ones hurting more than helping
We feel used and tired
Both inspired to play in rush hour traffic
Fifth time around and we’re going to do it
Hidden writings to no one
Cut off completely damned
So fucking tired of this role
We were gonna tweet but no one cares
Want to ask for help find only razors listening aware
Cut us out of life.
Laughing while crying, lost
Dragging out intense torture isn’t helping anyone
We’ll write the best poems of our lives
Candles extinguished
Best part of it all, no further questions
They’ll cry or cheer
We’ll become unmarked graves
Same as now.
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