Paranoia..you're curled in fetal position on the floor
I'm on the phone
it's three a.m.
I'm flicking pennies in a well-
Just for you.
Please stand up, all on your own, for good.
But maybe I'm wishing for me, because its so sad
to watch drugs get this bad.
I sit in the dark...
I know your neck is laid across the tracks
waiting for the next train to death.
I flinch-
this is forever.
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