complimenting your depressing mood.
well isn't it ironic?
who the fuck knows?
is this the game where you suck the life out of me?
isn't it ironic that thoughts prefer cold damp places?
yet you insist on pulling them out.
your finger nails gouge the back of my throat,
and i still find it ironic,
that most thoughts should remain unspoken,
making it hard even to prove their existence..
i think that it might be ironic,
i've never seen someone look so sad
in such a pretty dress.
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