Stuck Together Torn Apart
Morphed and changed a thousandfold, yet still the same.
Thursday, March 26, 2026
So it goes, so it goes, so it goes...
Poison spreading to my lungs,
I'm not holding my breath,
not holding any faith at all.
And I'll pray for you,
be in pain for you.
I'll leave the porch light on,
heartbroken, each morning,
when it's me that turns it off.
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