Mourning
i keep dreaming that i'm at my father's house
night after goddamn night
and its usually just me , sitting on the couch while he watches his old WWII documentaries
or in the passenger seat, as his music plays
and my mind is empty of everything that has happened
and the day is just a day
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when i'm dreaming, i'm not thinking about the end of it all
and i can still look at him and see a person
flawed and mean
but i stay, and i love him
cause i'm back when loving him worked
and i don't remember why this is so wrong
why it's so evil
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i am never coming back from this
i was always meant to be purged
i'm gods last meal
i'm my own disease
i'm losing my fucking mind
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someone call me
after I have told you everything
someone please call me
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how do you mourn someone who never existed?
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i hope i don't fuck it up
i hope i don't fuck it up
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Posted Sep 10, 2022, 5:49 AM UTC