autumn dreams
Just wanna figure out this puzzle,
the cry ,chase i mean all the fucking hustle
after all we been through, you gonn shot window down with no clue,
How rude!!
now i know ts real over, reaching out just for little closure
say am gOing insaine, memories turn to pain,
that shit ruining my brain, no longer could maintain
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