Whispers of sweet nothings about how sour this situation is becoming,

It became where it began and it began from nothing with hopes of it turning into something,

Those hopes have faded into forgotten dreams,

Positive plans have turned into cruel schemes,

Me, myself and I are the names of all the teams,

The hustlers have become the fiends,

We’re all chasing a high,

We catch it then die just to rise again,

Ressurected just to chase it and test it again….and we still don’t have the answers….


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