I'm the smile that isn't sincere
I'm the light that glows yellow
I'm the shoulder that's tilted
I'm the bed that comforts but never consoles
I'm the corset that falls off too easily
I'm the phone call that ends abruptly during an apology
I'm the brick going through the windshield of your moms car
I'm the boy who never got his chance.
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