A celestial gaze up to pink skies, with weathering eyes
Tears don't show when the rain comes and goes

What a fucking waste of time
I was just wondering 
Am I just another one of those kinds not one of a kind
I harbor hope like a hostage situation 
But this couldn’t be Stockholm syndrome
No 
Not with your silence
As I sit at home waiting but I don’t even get a dial tone

Say the word and just let me go
Release me 
I’m chained to this inevitable, depreciating longing to share another moment with you
Perhaps an exchange of ideas, identity, idiosyncracies, and love
But who says I get any rights in this unfair spin at life
You owe me nothing

Belabouring shower of demons, mental mapping every scenario

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fuck denise