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Writing’s the best solvent

could never stop

2019 met my darkest of moments

 

picked up my pen just to help with recovery

writing’s been blocked but i hope the flow’s still buttery.

My heart’s heavy

when the pen and the pad meet my mind steadies

days numbered, like the sand in life’s hour glass leaks

scared that my reaper and time are speaking

 

I’ve been close to the edge lately

And time was only made to break me

hands down, the loneliest person

hands raised like I’m praising the heavens

and these are my last days

 

these are the nights we let bars carry us

we stay high on nostalgia, like wendy’s fairy dust

could leave us sicker than flu carriers

mama worried that devil’s stealing time from us