an obscure safe heaven

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killing all sense of time
scrolling my life away...
reminiscent idea of friendship
conversations to never return
wasted and deceased on a dime
walking flesh bag on automatic
lost all hope and drive
all that's left is bruises and bills
a cynical savory of all we were
the demanding disregard i'm gifted with
wishing for wishes, wishes of balance
with the muzzle flash the news are given
theories become facts
with a single thump, the sound is clear
it has fallen and now swims in itself
a crimson sea of the self inflicted solitude
no one left to talk to?
well, nothing left to say then...

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