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Jun 2013
was i that immature i couldn’t even handle it?
was i that irresponsible i couldn’t even pilot it?
tell me please...was i that juvenile?
                    tell me please...could i have done a little more
                                    to be little more mature?

was i that immature i couldn’t even tackle it?
was i that irresponsible i couldn’t even rival it?
                    tell me please...what happened to my rapport?
        tell me please...why did i go that route?
                                 why did i bottom out?

that’s where i’m leveled at, why i can’t interact
just marked as another cookie-cutter product
just some more by-catch trapped in the net
to be shucked off into oblivion next

and you always break it to me at the most unpredictable times
like i can’t take it seated down: one-to-one and the pressure’s on?
{come on!} why so self-confident? you’re not as rigid as you think
tough? no way! and out of sync

you’re so ******...
Everything goes in circles, emotions especially, like here: confessions → pity party → barrage → regain composure. Then it happens again. And again. And again. It’s a cycle—it never stops.
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