I guess there are a few things
to discuss
It's digusting
We let things come so far
I thought I could be
less weird than this
guess not
but everything has it's point

sleeping
is becoming
my reason for living
seething
and still not
finding forgiveness

there are things
that don't reveal themselves
as quickly
as I would like them to
there are things
that never seem real enough

I'd like to make a point of saying
these things happen for a reason
these things that I'm feeling
this is what I'm trying to prove

flashes of love
are coming and going
away
it never seems enough
for the rest of you to stay
im digging
a hole in the ground
I'm going to lie in it
die in it
at least until I'm all figured out

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