Floating on maybe, hasn’t paid off yet.
Twisted sore neck absent from receiving important directions.
God, I haven’t been squeezing my teeth hard enough in my battles.
Five minutes in I’m done, what’s for lunch plus I’ll add a bonus.
Urgency non-existent I swing but miss it, I’m talking about looking above.
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Frustrated by my efforts, I’m missing so many keys, giving nothing expecting to stay on the course, while failing this course it’s a tragedy.
Oh, watch me misbehave pretending praying won’t help me be saved from mazes I build in my flesh to keep this brain busy completely inept.
Oh and I’ll write this while I’m crying, so much wrong inside and I just feel like maybe, I should crawl under a rock so you won’t see me.
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I’m sorry, I really don’t know why you love me sometimes.
I’m not supposed to say it out loud.
