heart’s broken window
folded memories
jaded thoughts
calling out
through

why me why me why me

wandering fool
friend of pain
sick
on experience

seeking silent corners
away from echo’s ego

watered down
self-medicated
still quiet
never comes

soul survivors
lost loves
old cats

faces
to the glass

whispering news from nowhere

please
shut the fuck up

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