the things I tell myself

Miss the lies that I used to tell myself neatly they are written like angry proverbs on my shelf

I didn’t expect to hear from you again and then again after that. And the new game I play is how long until you don’t come back

The rules are always don’t get attached and the red flags are waving but I don’t turn back I’m just snuffing the light inside of me and all I can do is laugh

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