its_just_a_bad_day
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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tessa . 060910
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