Such minimal and worthless things I get myself into.
I get myself in two.
And paragraphs rest angry words onto a landscape that sinks me down to a level much lower than that
of an angry kid with loaded words and too many silences.
And I am looking back on these past few years I've led myself on.
To think I'm better than this. I can't be better than this.
Say what you wanted to say; The glory days have worn away.
Stranded; we aren't the hopeless.
We've got it figured out or so it may seem, maybe I just need some sleep.
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