Will you ever understand the damage you've made?
I learned the art of self-medicating
Through tears and poetries
Like a playing doctor
Because these are all a game to you
I always end up puzzling over this weakest spot
And you memorized its cracks where I glued it
Hurting in your sudden absence
You caused it.
Will you ever condone being the cure to all the faults?
I learned the art of having what-ifs
Through our memories and stained souls
Like a playing doctor
Because these are all a game to you
I know my heart is broken
Because I am the doctor and you are the cure
But you leave, you always leave
It will forever be sick.
–Jhunamae Moja, Smnllyl(art of the game)
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