Yeah, it’s gonna kill me

The sadness, the madness, the sleepless nights, the cigarettes, the listless imagination, the interminable pain, the split in the spleen, the hurried glance, the jagged piece of upturned on the highway, the ice in the veins, the ache at the base of the skull, the twisted arm, the relentless stress, the picture of you in my mind once happy and unbeaten.

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