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| rage |
I guessed I earned your lack of trust Lying in the dust of my crumbled pillars The contradictory friend, she sighs We all live lies; he feels awkward again It’s about time I missed caring That old grey comforter was wearing thin Tires rubbing smooth, her knuckles, White, punish the steering wheel grooves And I sense from the backseat Her unbreakable furrowed frown. There’s nothing left to feel. |
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