Someone you used to love has forgotten the sound of your laugh
This is the day they’ll smoke our bones and sigh at the state of our throats
Realising why we haven’t spoken all week
And it hasn’t hurt you yet
But this is the glimps of a worn out ego
The depths of your despair
Sitting on your sleeve
Or a chip on your shoulder
For when you thought I was suffocating you
For when you thought I was trying to
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