gone but not forgotten.
my words taste like cotton,
when i think back,
that night, that life
it just wasnt working,
but now im left searching.
you cross my path
only in dreams,
im running after you,
still chasing sleep.
youre a poison in my mind,
addicted like its right.
i cant escape the past -
so i'll let it kill me this time.


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