Not Anymore

March 29, 2019

My hands felt light

and my waist tight,

but not anymore.

I only know of planning and not of living

its unforgiving the way i've locked my backdoor

i grew out of it because you were no more a fit

now just a bore, i dont do anything anymore.

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