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by Chard
Rated: · Poetry · Relationship · #1076934
7 hour journey to exceter, thinking about a past relationship and a brick wall in my head.
Seven hours to think this through
Where I am, what to do
I can’t turn back, be the same
Can’t stay here, driving me insane

With one foul swoop
Destroyed my self
Not so bad means
Need some fucking help

Seven hours to think this through
Where I am, what to do
Can’t turn back, be the same
Can’t stay here, driving me insane

My legs are tired
But I’ve done no walking
My mind is ticking
Over and over and over

Put myself on hold for 4 days
Too many messages haven’t been heard
Blank it out, try and delete
This things broken, stuck on repeat
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