hey, it's me. i don't mean to bother you, but something's been on my mind. at the end of this road that climbs the horizon will be reached in a matter of miles. when the wheels cease to spin, the walls and the fences will grow higher than red wood trees. and i know your demise, and i fear what will happen when the road fails to flow under me.
i felt like your mirror with the wind whipping through my hair. when the wheels ceased to spin and i cased my surroundings, i realized i hadn't gone anywhere. when the problems i'd left with couches in alleys, where no one would ever claim. and the hardest part was sifting through the pieces of the rain soaked and rotten remains when i got home.
i felt like your mirror with the wind whipping through my hair. when the wheels ceased to spin and i cased my surroundings, i realized i hadn't gone anywhere. when the problems i'd left with couches in alleys, where no one would ever claim. and the hardest part was sifting through the pieces of the rain soaked and rotten remains when i got home.
i should expect this year to be just as bitter as the last.
fuck you, fuck you, fuck you.
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