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Feb 2014
Anytime I make progress
I just a quickly fall back to the place I was before.
Someone once told me,
if you were deciding on if you should
keep someone in your life
or not,
weigh the decisions.
Do they make your life better or worse?
Deciding you made my life worse,
I would just kick you out of it.
Until I realized it was me,
me who was making my life worse.
One can't kick themselves out of their own life,
but they sure as hell can try.
Maybe if they were to
cut deep enough
cry hard enough
scream loud enough
their body will abandon them
takingΒ advice on leaving things
when they make your life
worse.
This isn't a poem... this is a relapse.
Taylor Naomie Bass
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Taylor Naomie Bass
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