Paraphernalia

Left behind. Surrounded by notebooks and little shards of glass from your paraphernalia. Alone; you wonder into someone's office or a vast open landscape filled with boxes
And they said it wouldn't hurt if you just jumped inside one
But you cannot fit there, so your bones start aching and your mind is tracing footsteps to find the last time you were happy. Never made love but always fucked by promises that life at home would get better
And they said it wouldn't hurt if you just kept holding on

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