Same Story, Different Day

My lips have been sealed,
with glue from the loss
of lover’s imagination, from
waking up in a sweat of
nightmares filled with
darkness, gasping for air
as if I have been drowning
this whole time in the middle
of the ocean, how much more
will I have to endure as
the record plays a broken
song on repeat, same story
same antagonist different day.

Still Hurts

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