It’s hard for me to pick up my mess and not add to it
I thought It was better, but
I’m just better at controlling it
I’m picking up the pieces and shattering as I go
The circle I’ve been walking has me blind
I can’t see where I’m going
But I know I’ve been here before
The next few steps will be dark;
I know they will be
The consistency of my frown mocks my ignorance
My eyes are tired
My brain gave up
There are no forks in this path
Nov 15, 2025
Nov 15, 2025 at 11:43 PM UTC
It’s hard for me to pick up my mess and not add to it
I thought It was better, but
I’m just better at controlling it
I’m picking up the pieces and shattering as I go
The circle I’ve been walking has me blind
I can’t see where I’m going
But I know I’ve been here before
The next few steps will be dark;
I know they will be
The consistency of my frown mocks my ignorance
My eyes are tired
My brain gave up
There are no forks in this path
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