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Affliction


I hate this feeling My heart beats too fast My lips shift down My vision blurs The world turns black And I try my hardest To put these broken pieces together To match colors that do not blend And he won't help He doesn't care if it works He keeps changing shapes One minute he loves me The next he doesn't He so vague doesn't explain a thing He's more confusing than an abstract painting Different colors trying to be interpreted And the story changes every time And I can't keep changing And I don't have to But that doesn't matter Because the only reason My head keeps pounding And I keep clutching my fists Is not because of him I only have my self to blame Because I keep him in the picture
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