Leave me on the side of the road, pack up my bags and toss them right over, forget the scent of my clothes in your car, pry me out of the depths of your mind, breathe new life into our room we shared, I don't want to know of your new found joy, please be wary of my bare cold shoulders, for the night is harsh on me
~ mitski inspired me to write this short passage on the feeling of being replaced and on the verge of being forgotten
( constructive criticism is welcomed and much needed )
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