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Hey Mr. Dj!


The things we don't speak of

The things we don't speak of they eat us alive
they follow you around like a dog without house
They scatter your brain and smother your soul
invisible anxiety which won't leave you alone

The things we don't speak of they scream at your door
they call you on phones you've never heard of
It's funny how I miss you.
I miss you a lot... yet there's no drama about it.
There's no feeling ripping my soul in half.
There never was.

As if my soul knew that we'd be back.