It pretty much does.
Just like a sore joint in a cold weather, an old incision on a rainy day. It haunts me like a ghost, unwavering, always there to remind you of something, someone who used to exist.
Do I still try to find the truth that not all is gone? Do I still want to find the truth behind the lies? Am I already facing bitter reality?
I wouldn't really know if you gave me answers to the many questions you left lying on the floor.
Oh, you see that skin?
It's the same she's been standing in
Since the day she saw him walking away..
Fuck. Relapse. Fuck relapses. I'd rather die than to go through this again. :(
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