It's hard to believe
This feeling will ever go away
That we"re strangers now
I'm not disposable
I'm not a screen with words
My stomach is knots of misery
My heart sits in its own juices
While you walk by
On the phone
Smile on your face
Bounce in your step
Like today is the best day
Of your life
And that is the death of me.
That is my final grave.
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