Compressive disorder
Bleed to not feel
Die for not share
wake to be cold
cut to feel fresh
grab back the words
plant on your neck
Run back to home
just to regret
Past thoughts run over
remind that your back
Leave your last smile
as your knocked back
to the state of
compressive disorder.
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Die for not share
wake to be cold
cut to feel fresh
grab back the words
plant on your neck
Run back to home
just to regret
Past thoughts run over
remind that your back
Leave your last smile
as your knocked back
to the state of
compressive disorder.
© All Rights Reserved