We sit in Different corners Arms locked Minds rocked From a constant State of war I hate them I hate them More than I Need them Still I Let them In And bed them down When silence Gets to loud Sometimes I forget to Send them out Before the sun Comes up Then I'm stuck Like this In separate corners Afraid of what I've done Once againBirth sign: Aquarius
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