Damn.

Lately, I find myself thinking about you

And how you won't text back or like my pics

(Why?).

Don't you know that my time is precious gold?

Don't you know that my heart is worn on sleeve?

(Don't you know?).

Lately I lose my soul, cost of goods sold.

I hope you profit from this pain twofold.

I'm bankrupted by your sweltering walls

(I'm bankrupt).

*Sorry but I can't make it to the phone

Leave your message after the tone*

(Damn).

Just checking in on you, hope you're all good?

So give me a call when you can, or text.

Whichever you prefer. So err yeah, I'll

get at you later. Take care of yourself.

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-Ephraim Daytona