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you walk tri-city sidewalks in a circle
little parking lot lover you hang and you hover
ill sleep next to your bed all through the springtime
beneath bright red streetlights in sickly slow oceanside
salvation is in clear view

(oh the way…)

the sky over the highway whispers “come to me”
so smooth like the ocean but im dirty like a sewer line inside
I meticulously fantasize of suicide i die 1000 times
inside my head and late at night i hear the wind
I feel the death blows by semi trucks
and I don’t give a shit about myself I want to jump
but then I think about my family
and the people that surround me and i..

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