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My eyes ache as you scream
My eyes ache as you scream,
Shut up! They do dry. The tired in
my chest is not what will make me cry.
The betrayal alone, of repeat accusations,
to love is to win, yet the tab has run dry.
You're sat outside the casino, laughing on the
security guard you know by name. Holding you up
for good measure.
You return as it's always the same
star-lined hallway as before.