didn’t even call me a cab
i am tired
of caring
of yearning
of wasting so much on
you.
you don’t even care if i got home
dead or alive after drinking to forget the world
i
did. forget it, for a while. it was nice.
my head spun so many times i wove pretty details
danced until my feet hurt so bad i couldn’t feel
the real pain.
i am so
tired
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