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it starts with a smile followed by a kiss but after awhile it’s only the ghost i miss
some stairs going up only leading me down backwards path i can’t do the math but i know that’s where you go always way down low where nothing can grow a basement a ditch a switch a dungeon a dark prison vault a bottomless pit full of your shit yet you always make it my fault.
i am not here nor am i there i am no longer anywhere not like you care if i am or if i’m not but i got something in my pocket and whatever is left in my heart and that right now for me… is a good place to start. or end…