The feeling’s never new. Disposed, forgotten, removed, lost in this shipwrecked crew. Strip my skin, give me my prison blues. This house is not my home cluttered with the same memories from before. But the wood beneath my feet brings no comfort. Give me my number, take my face. Hand me my regrets, I’m feeling out of place. All we asked for was some sort of constant. Looking back, I just see uselessness. Everything that should have made me stay is everything that just made me feel restless.
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