These vacuous days
Wasting daylight
Just for the nightlife
Where I know you'll be
These wasteful years
Because I'm afraid
To put in the effort
To become my best
The act of revenge
Never satisfies
Living well is never
The best act of revenge
Nothing is ever as lonely
As allowing yourself to be
In hopes that absence
Makes the heart grow fonder
Only to find that
Once you are absent
You are not missed
And life goes on.
Without you.
The worst part about being alone is allowing your mind to wander
And resorting to something you're not to satiate the need to know.
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