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The end exploded On the cold, white bus. It was no one’s fault but mine. It wasn’t the food that I ate last night It was really just a matter of time. But seriously though, I often I just wanna sit with myself. But I’m up getting **** done. Cause after all, “that’s the way of the world”. The way that the West was won. Really and truly as a kind human being, I just wanna feel what I feel. And sometimes the feeling is buried in loss. Heavy, But not a big deal? Just give me some time to sit and relax, To let my heart beat without rush. Just a few moments to breathe and to know I’m alive. It’s not really asking too much. But the speed of the world today Has me coming in on two wheels. And from waking to sleep somehow I’ve become Something of a kinda big deal. To me, the question I have and also for you is not of the trivial sort. How deep do you want to your heart to heal? And how badly is your gut torn apart? Emotions unspoken, From the language of the love, have festered and churned within. Since not outspoken My body expressed From the unfortunate other end.
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Oct 5, 2025
Oct 5, 2025 at 7:38 AM UTC
A Long Run
The end exploded On the cold, white bus. It was no one’s fault but mine. It wasn’t the food that I ate last night It was really just a matter of time. But seriously though, I often I just wanna sit with myself. But I’m up getting **** done. Cause after all, “that’s the way of the world”. The way that the West was won. Really and truly as a kind human being, I just wanna feel what I feel. And sometimes the feeling is buried in loss. Heavy, But not a big deal? Just give me some time to sit and relax, To let my heart beat without rush. Just a few moments to breathe and to know I’m alive. It’s not really asking too much. But the speed of the world today Has me coming in on two wheels. And from waking to sleep somehow I’ve become Something of a kinda big deal. To me, the question I have and also for you is not of the trivial sort. How deep do you want to your heart to heal? And how badly is your gut torn apart? Emotions unspoken, From the language of the love, have festered and churned within. Since not outspoken My body expressed From the unfortunate other end.
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Oct 5, 2025
Oct 5, 2025 at 7:38 AM UTC
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