we are all getting fucked up and we are all lying
only honest to one and only in the silence of there empty four walls
we are wishing things could change
we are wishing thay could understand
only at the end of the night i am left with an empty hollow in my chest, left longing for more
only at the end of the night i dissolve once again into the sheets and i am left to wonder if you think about the fleeting moments of connection as often as i do.
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