i'm depressed again.
this is the most true thing i've wrote in days
no one should feel like this
heavy sinking sunsets in the pit of my chest
i've been swallowing the idea of you for days
in blue pill hand grenades
the spark we keep catching is just a firefly on the brink of burning out
a shooting star after all the fame and glory
we're just sitting out somewhere waiting to be forgotten
how did i get this tragic?
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