STINKAY (lobo04) wrote,

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bathtub full of blood and quicksand

nothing has really changed
i still wish i could just not be
a new and surprising friendship tattoos and orders for paint jobs still dont make anything worth it
i have no one to take comfort in
the rare phone call is all im worthy of anymore i guess
even wishing to go back in time would be fruitless as ive seen history repeat its self many times

i want to sink in
to something far away and withering
to someplace worth crying for
i want to see the shell
to be light enough to blow there
to be musty raw and shivering
i want to bleed for a reason

maybe tomorrow will be different
though one cant hold their breath forever
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