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Apr 2014
It's okay it's okay.
Everyone is always saying that
And now the words have no meaning at all.
Ironic how everyone  says it's okay
Most often when it's not.
Even if things were "okay"
I wouldn't believe you.
I don't believe myself when the word
Repeats in my head.
Tell me things are good.
Hell, tell me they are bad
before you tell me they're okay.

I don't want to be okay.
I want to be perfect or I want to be dead.
Which is easier?

*okay.
Circa 1994
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Circa 1994  Florida
(Florida)   
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