TWENTY EIGHT

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BREAKUP EP2


Baby you leave me high and dry,
In my feels, and I can't explain why.
Should I not be sad, clutching to my pillow and waiting to die.
but I'm here high, falling in love with love, how?

On my knees thankful for music.
When you left and I felt too sick,
That shit caught me and left me at my peak!
With blood shot eyes I danced; so ironic.

Grateful for my gift of artistic expression,
Amidst my tears and occasional depression,
Lack of affection and heavy aggression,
I wrote and I danced; you feel the connection?

~

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