I share more and more
trying to get you to see
the shores of where I was, where i was trying to be.
yet all we see is misery:
the pain and stains of me,
of who I
used
to
be.
we will that I could have seen
all the things that could have been…
but
it is what it is. i am stuck with this.
if only one thing changed,
I know it wouldn’t be the same.
Nov 4, 2025
Nov 4, 2025 at 2:20 AM UTC
I share more and more
trying to get you to see
the shores of where I was, where i was trying to be.
yet all we see is misery:
the pain and stains of me,
of who I
used
to
be.
we will that I could have seen
all the things that could have been…
but
it is what it is. i am stuck with this.
if only one thing changed,
I know it wouldn’t be the same.
11.4.25 1:20 am
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