make yourself a martyr
ashen faced lover
can not scream in-your-slumber.
find yourself concerned
half-way filled with cancer
does this feel better?
these eccentricities will evaporate
no need to drown in impetus
just try to stay awake
keep your head
above water long enough
to release the rust
when you see land
crawl through exhaustion
here comes fruition
(a new decision)
make,
make,
make a new life.
new steps,
new strife.
find this all complete
and untarnished.
the rest for the museum
cobwebbed mausoleum
forget-it, it's forgiven.
see you smile again.
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everybody comes back around again in the end. just wait.
unless they never were what they never were. (and if they weren't how could you be?)
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