The milk chocolate is bitter in my mouth
My mother’s love is hard to go down
Music is off beat and baseless
Bad moods in dark rooms I try hard to repress
Nothing connects my brain is a fog
I’m frustrated I cry cuz everything I feel seems wrong
Nerve endings are shattered there’s no cold
Someone else withdraws and I break and I fold
I want to hide in a cave until I reek and I mold
Plan A no longer works the relapse is getting old
Setraline HCl 100mg
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