I came and then I came to
And all those things I said about you
About me
Maybe that's why I'm here
He thought, while the darkness around him swallowed him both physically and spiritually.

Tonight didn't end quite like I thought they would
Endings taking the form of sea men being shanghaied into the nearest boat
No alcohol this time
Just pure ambition, or the lack thereof

Writing is the only thing keeping me up
That and spiritual distress brought on by the royal we, man
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Unsure if you'll read something that was truly meant or me
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And the hypocrisy that I find when lambasting someone for using the Internet as their diary, when I do the same, but cleverly disguise it as poetry
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