shallow and hollow,
remind me of what i want not.
the pain of losing what we never had,
or a baloon that slips from our hand,
are both things i relive.
if today was any different from tomorrow,
maybe hope would still linger.
i am home to many,
and a voice to those who are faceless,
when i die make it quick,
make it painless.
love is a false hope,
a lie in april,
and a poisonous kiss
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