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I can't help him when I can't even help myself anymore
Because days have turned into months and I'm just dying to crawl
Out of my skin and out of this world
it's full of sadness and carelessness and misery and doubt
And I had you back for a moment and now you're walking back out
And I can't keep apologizing for stupid little things
And giving people advice when all I need is an embrace
To let me know I am human and that it will all be okay
But I'm sinking in sorrow and the snow just keeps falling
And I can't help but wonder what would happen if I laid down on the ground
And let this white blanket consume me
Would I die and be reborn or
Become absolutely nothing
To say I love you
That is simply to regular
Maybe that I adore you
But still not quite
If then I say I worship you
You are not a god to me
I could tell of my affection for you
Though the word lack strength
There are many things I could say
Of my yearning, infatuation, lust
The passion and flame I have for you
But there are not words to convey
My emotion carries more resonance
Than any sentence may say
I want to be a little crazy.
I want to be crazy beautiful.
I want to be beautifully creative.
I want to be creatively inspiring.
I want to inspire those who want to be a little crazy.
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I almost forgot all about you
I really wish I did because
there's nothing you can bring back
that doesn't make me cringe
at the same time I know I'm feigning
for the feeling you once gave me
seemed so standard then,
so simple to call an enemy a friend
your verdigris blue eyes were a weapon
that I surrendered to all together
kept me mystified by those exquisite lies
each pretended endeavor
was just a matter of whether or not
you could get your next pleasure
never considering the tender hearts
or sunken souls you ripped apart
Man is certainly stark mad
He cannot make a flea
Yet he can make
Gods by the dozen
Wrote Montaigne.

But surely man can not be wholly bad
If he can make a cup of tea
With which to slake
A heav’nly cousin’s
Throat-dry pain?
Mary had a little lamb
Who simply loved to slumber
And though he didn’t give a ****,
She taught him how to rhumba
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