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We slam our sorries like plates into walls, to next door neighbours we must sound like war zones, dial tones, cut phones, hands not longing to hold  any more. 
Sorry I didn't, sorry I don't, I wanted to but, excuses
Times changed the clocks don't move the same looking at your face our futures a strain weekends blur away questions floating like should I stay and now there's pieces of me all over your apartment disheartened 
Fuck, 
when did this start then? us pulling each other apart at, one point you were everything completely, complete me, then we started  filling our nights with other things that weren't we 
 cold shoulders seeping, we kept apart sleeping with separate hearts beating without purpose like empty carts 
we fell from love lust longing to lingering feelings feeling numb with no response, feeling low at what cost keeping a dying relationship aloft sometimes you have to let the ship sink but we didn't go out with out a fight but we had to let that shit sink

and now discord broken cords dial tones cut phones,  empty I love you's and down pours it's awful empty I love you's and down pours it's awful what was it all for just empty I love you's and down pours it got awful what was it all for


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*17* clearly an a* rapper bars so hard they could break ur crapper. "I'm not a rapper"

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