The Vent Pt.2

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Confession after confession
Obsession and possession
My lack of perfection
And habit of going in the wrong direction
Poem after poem
Art that’ll never sell
But I keep writing
I keep coming up with stories to tell
Demons telling me I’m gonna die
I’ve been believing a lie
Too cold to care or cry
But I still love her, don’t ask me why

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