David Quigley


When you look at me you see me calm.
Yet before i lay i die inside.
Inside i cry
I die when my palm is full of tears.
I feel like the deers staring into the headlights.
My hopeless haze, so much worse than being dazed.
Headlights growing bigger, eyes getting heaver
Life meaning less and less.
Without us, i feel so meaning l'ss

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