diary

xiii

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drawing back to the liquor, the bar had offered

a classic, bitter-sweetened whiskey, old-wondered

not quite liking the mood though, for the drink equates the unwanted experience

nevertheless, a song was played, sung by the heavens

not until the music and i were once again muffled

in symphonic agony that ne'erly reshuffled

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turn off the channel please

i don't want to hear things like this

why do i need to use up my emotions

my day is ruined like this

we trusted in each other, didn't we?

why did you push me away

you don't trust my word, do you?

if you're going to say the same things, i'm done

if you're not going to change your mind, i'm done

if a person changes before love does

you get tired because of love, you fall out

if we're gonna part

know that there will be no lingering

know that there will be no memories

i'm done, turn off the channel please

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