oh those loveless birds
"when you come back this time, will it be forever?"
no. i want to say yes, but we both know i'd be lying.
i choose instead to spend my days like a jackal searching for meat,
a wild dog with roving eyes, entering and leaving smokey bars,
drink making the uglies around me prettier,
wondering why my life is so empty...
when i'll find the thing that makes this life worth living.
it's the abandoned walks home at night that do it. not me.
"but can't we just pretend?"
but that's what we've always done, isn't it?
old enough
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