Communication
Your addiction to affliction is creating a friction,
The constriction like a prescription to your mental condition.
But there's a restriction to our level of submission
With this constant repetition, You'll be the one left feeling stricken.
You want to be loving?
Don't stand by and do nothing
Maybe start with some hugging to replace all the judging
It's honestly quite numbing with all the brain shoving
So stop with the jutting it's very unbecoming.
Just words and honesty, that's all it's gotta be
Maybe a little bit of subconscious generosity?
Look me dead on and promise me,
That together we'll save this commodity.
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