Late Night Convo

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Our love is best suited for a mental hospital

With the ways we torment each other

How it always ends up swarming in my head

How i shiver in my sheets

As the cold breeze from my fan hits my bed

And i lie there thinking

About the things that were said

And all the things that weren't

And i just think

And ponder

And a thousand questions,

Hypothetical scenarios

Suffocate me while i breathe

And all i inhale are thoughts

And all i exhale is worry

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