empty holes at the end of these fingers trying to clean up any evidence. burnt petals outlining you name for me. i never thought it would be so easily. the end of this war is at the tip of my tongue. holding on for stubborn pride and broken shoelaces. plastic as the sun we try so hard to be bright. my sunglasses are on at night. i won't be caught in the glare, where i know i cold have solved a million broken letters. my hair keeps getting cut and i'll follow the trend. sweep it away with all the misunderstandings. that didn't mean i never loved you. it just ties it rope around my next and pulls until i don't want to understand. this was how it was suppose to be. we always relied on fate. but i never thought, fate would be so cruel. steamy eyes reside in my pocket and i'll keep them there for every halloween but until then know, just call the police.

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