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losing, loathing, lying (solemn lining throats)

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chromeantennae

Published: Dec 16, 2014

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this isn't a music video
and we're not young millionaires.

this is real life
and you're losing, losing,
loathing, and lying
(to yourself).

swallow it down till it falls away,
it never happened. it never happened.

swallow it down if all else fails
because the only thing disappearing
is your actuality,
not the reality of a soul
never making it to fruition.

and as an outsider,
bystander, i understand her,
but you're her forever
and you letting it fall apart
and i can't bear
to witness this stupor
take hold of the wheel
when neither of you are so(m)ber.

and if death (or disappearance)
cannot steady you,
it is time to tread
different waters,
rather than the ones
you've soaked yourselves in
for far too long.

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