What am i supposed to do?
Like a broken glass, the pieces never gather
Words that were said but never came true
Weighted souls march calmly in the night
Sleepless days tell me nothing
we being. The discards of so many encounters.
leftovers. broken ladders to heavens.
The snake in our ammonia. Cleansing its venom.
Liars and friends still undecided.
I hope for the best
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