remember that time
no this one
again you did it again
you learnt this time
you forgot...
you see, i saw it again
relearn, remember when it happened before

now these ******* squeeze out of their seams
emerging from the spoiled core that they leach
they fall into cracks
but trees will not come of these spilt seeds

hugging across the floor-film
of a ****** up photo-shoot
because your using a florescent light
in the dark room

here is your fork again
want to go for another spin?

write a new story, but start with the side notes
squeeze in between the lines
until you get the space
the next chapter is blank
and the whole world is watching.
or write the same story again...

i begged and begged for a lie
so it could keep me at the surface
i smiled and wagged my tail
and it only submerged me
i let the salt into my eyes
and the water preserved it

the depth consumed the air that i breathed
a squeeze by the darkness
and the shadow i believe
the bubbles trickled out
i heard them laughing

alone stranded
and no hand came reaching
an elaborate free-fall
this perpetuated sinking

i take my last gulp of water
see my ideas foaming
they float across the top
i see myself growing
something that will always
stay above
that is
how
i
stick
to
me.

i begged and begged for a lie
so it could keep me at the surface
i smiled and wagged my tail
and it only submerged me
i let the salt into my eyes
and the water preserved it

the depth consumed the air that i breathed
a squeeze by the darkness
and the shadow i believe
the bubbles trickled out
i heard them laughing

alone stranded
and no hand came reaching
an elaborate free-fall
this perpetuated sinking

i take my last gulp of water
see my ideas foaming
they float across the top
i see myself growing
something that will always
stay above
that is
how
i
stick
to
me.

lie in the place
truth belongs where there is no backspace

i have done so wrong
because the right hasnt been the bulk of what i say

cut out all of my words
and paste what i havnt said

you would get a beautiful image
but this isnt the picture my words paint

static fazes for so long
but clarity must remain.

head in the pillow
my deep breaths filled with this fire in my house
that i must confront
the heat carries the message that i must grasp

let the burning desire of my truth singe my flesh
the part of me that runs from who i am
the darkness that encases the light within me

if i can catch the flame, and hold on to it
mo matter which way the wind blows it
remain the same
ive bee so afraid
it scares me so much becase the truth burns from inside
more and more every day
it grows and grows
i cannot stop it

and the conscequence of building more of this disquised body
for this flame to burn
to keep this false image coherent

just a little bit longer
i let these distractions -the change of the wind
pull me in another direction

but the flame should be in control of the wind
but im too afraid to become ablaze
engulfed in the light that will
make the change

for years the wind has licked away
until i extinguish
but i still remain
become a body only restrained by the rain.

TRULY USE MY FREE WILL AND BREAK THROUGH MY DIS ACTION.

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but i go back to it.. every few hours

i want to talk but theres no one to talk to.

hundreds of friends that dont really know you

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Geez..

there is only one moment

what I was thinking when I was in it
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and What I was thinking Before it