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it comes and it goes, y'know
it sits at the back of my throat
and i throw it up in reds and blues
and green acid
but my throat was clear for so long
I hadn't felt this in months
it's a relapse i was hoping would
never find its way back to me
I was doing so good.
what happened?
maybe I let go of you
and my will shredded
into tiny pieces
it picked a shovel
and buried me alive