When your one mores are all empty.
The bag is licked and everything is done.
The dog is fuking raging,
He wanted to go to bed.
But you just wanted to feel
Like life was worth it.
A reason to keep keeping on
No one answering back.
And your nose is sore.
Still in your mind,
You can't help think
One more.
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