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>My water melts beside me

>it's chilled texture gone from

> the outside, no longer wet

>A sip, a drink, a pause

>It comes to mind just how

> destructive I've been with myself

> as I take a swig

>

>Games sit on a shelf

> waiting to be played 

>but there's no one around

> to play them with me

>We both sit, useless

>waiting and wanting

>

>Controller controller

>my life for a controller

>Shawtie's like a melody

>

>Why do I always end on a joke?

>PEBKAC <3