there's never been enough time
for me to ever really think
about the ways they see me
when i tell them about my shrink.
when i tell them about my fears.
when i tell them about my occupation,
my situation,
my predication,
my annihilation,
and my contemplation
of the simplest things left around me.
Nov 6, 2012
Nov 6, 2012 at 5:53 PM UTC
there's never been enough time
for me to ever really think
about the ways they see me
when i tell them about my shrink.
when i tell them about my fears.
when i tell them about my occupation,
my situation,
my predication,
my annihilation,
and my contemplation
of the simplest things left around me.
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