have you ever felt the stab?
have you never seen the wound heal?
was it him, did she?
did they rip it open more and more?
they love how the pain feels.
their satisfaction is watching us die.
they feel so much power.
they cant take charge of their life.
so they guide ours into misery.
how did we ever get here.
we let them enter,
we tried building a wall,
they climbed over it.
scars all over,
nobody see's.
i'm living in hell and there's no return to life.
cause i'm living dead. -$prinkz
You can spend minutes, hours, days, weeks, and even months overanalyzing a situation, trying to put the pieces together, justifying the would've, could've and should've, or you can leave the pieces on the floor and move the fuck on.
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