The Way I Felt That One Time
Amdist the chaos of our lives,
My confusion becomes your affliction.
Despite your manipulations,
Waiting is now your malediction.
So the truth hits close to home,
And my realizations become deeper.
You want me to believe my ideals are naive:
Don't bother.
If loose lips sink ships,
Then your quick wit is nuclear.
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