shouldn’t this get easier after picking myself up for the fiftieth time?

all of this frustrates me bad

I should be outward 

 I should be new  

All the fears  

I gained from you  

Hit me cold  

Black and blue  

No one knew 

Had a clue  

I want to be new  

Far away from you  

You want the truth  

It’s best for you  

To run far too  

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i write lame poems that no one really reads

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