slurping up the floorboards.
the color is draining from my cheeks,
and my arms fall back to my sides,
and here i am again.
again.
I know this place so well,
it should feel like home.
My stomach is churning,
and my finger tips are curling,
and my ears are ringing again.
again.
I still dont have a reply,
I never got the chance to figure one out.
My voice is trembleing,
and my lips are chapped,
and i cant deal with it again.
again.
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