my bones pretend to be sore
from replaying NUMB/ENCORE
WHAT FOR do you want more.
the heart promptly closes its gate
is this. is this. my fucking fate
to re enact an old old STORY
FEELING like the opposite of glory.
e
MOTIONALLY disassociated
as if they had me SEDATED
THIS situation is so outdated
WATCH ME plastic smile through it
the only valid strategy when i misfit.
running far BE fore the pain can hit.
call me mad. call my crazy.
i guess save just isn t sexy.
do i only get TO BE FREE
be
tween the lines of POETRY.
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