(probably 2001)
i remember a time in which i loved through burning cigarettes & painful goodbyes.
I have memories of a place i have never been, w/ a boy i never knew, out in the west where selling jam was rough & having an alcoholic for a husband was no better. but still it was love &
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ii.
why do we pollute this airspace w/ unconvinent apathetic smiles, lost struggling souls, and wasted breaths? why do we continue to move when there is no difference being made, every person can be replaced and no life exists? we sit, in this small space w/ wasted minds, w/ voids unfilled, w/ a knot in our stomach
we SIT IN MISERY, WHY
why do we keep going on when things are useless
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