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Wednesday, 24 July 2024

Me, myself and where the fuck did you go.

 Struggle, struggle you fucking muggle
you only spell out words to act as a mental cuddle
you to yourself say bye bye as the thoughts fly by
why why do you even try, I  can no longer chuckle
through the rubble I'd rather pick up that fucking shovel
just to cover you, is my message getting through
this I can no longer do, talking to you through a prescription muzzle
we used to be double but now we're just in trouble
now the conversation has turned into a muddled up puzzle
I was your best, a proper thinking muscle
but you turned me to a fucking liquid puddle
so
Struggle struggle you fucking muggle.