Poems from acopatch

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Just a writer living on the outskirts of Boston.
i got these so called friends that are telling me to get my mind right i refuse to go to therapy so imma sit down and continue to write to...
You say that you love meBut you don’t really love meHolding hands with the other girlYour heads in another worldYour thoughts swirling in...
I can see through the make believe and lies that she tells you to comfort you at night,So you fall straight back, right into her arms, you...
As the sun falls down the clouds circle around Chasing the empty space away Fading out what is left of the day Lies are hidden most of them...