It's in days like these,
That remind me why I hate this as much as I do.
It's in hiding from mirrors,
That reminds me why I hate myself as much as I do.
It's in catching myself staring at nothing,
That reminds me how empty I am.
It's in seeking those songs again,
That reminds me of the drowning.
It's in days like these,
That remind me why I hate this as much as I do.
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Thoughts.
RandomA collection of thoughts and scribbles that haunt me, comfort me, confuse me or all.
