2019-08-23 untitled

Note: WHAT? I don't even remember writing this! I guess I must have been in a decent mood when I wrote it because it's not too negative.

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if not to be well, we should have her

trudge on through the endless pasture

the pieces form and spell disaster

put me out there, i'll grow faster

before the darkness, before i lost control

i heard the screams of ten thousand souls

the anger bubbles up like witches' poison 

brew the tears of those recently risen

this time ignored, but for good reason

and no longer the sole annoyance

safely, as we wake up in the night

the fear exceeds the rhythm just right

as the world melts, i still feel too cold

i'm damned if i wont push past all this mold

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