Some day, we're going to continue
where we left last. We're running in
a circle and it's best passed. Like a
cigarette or something similiar. Eye
to eye because there is nothing less
familiar. Our minds twist and turn like
breeding snakes. And it's been too
long since the last time I've been into
meeting fakes. My tongue is fractured
from front to back. And the idea of you
coming around is much to cracked. It'd
be my funeral before we interupted each
others life's again. And it'd be my funeral
before you came back into my life again.
You'll understand my hatred for you one
day. But until then, you'll have to wait
till some day.
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