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I look at your name in my contacts
Blocked, it’s funny
that it took you so long to gather up the words
to tell me that everything we ever had
and everything we had going
never meant shit to you
because once the pillar collapsed on its own weight
you turned around without so as much a hand out
and never looked away out of your selfish little gaze
how did it last over 8 years i wonder
how did we go that far
and how did you withstand me for so long
yet give up on what really was the tamest part
change is a sign of the influence
that the pressure has over your mind
and change is a sign of the falling snow
that buries away what was precious at the time
but im sick of this change that causes me pain
and im tired of being a plastic straw
disposable, unwanted, phased out and forgotten
Im living in fear and living sick
and my smile can be broken like an innocent wish