heat stroke

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its too fucking hot.

and here you're not.


summer is losing its touch

and I keep thinking behind me


sometimes I get angry at nothing

and sink into this longing


makes me want to prove you wrong

who are you?

what are you?

what do I need to prove?


maybe I feel purposeless

without objective

going astray

looking for gold in an ashtray


I wanted more for this

I wanted to bounce back

I wanted to have fun


but I find myself

stuck here

by myself

in my mind

losing myself

in this

heat

07/09/19

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