those grey morning clouds
come out to greet me
when i walk out of my apartment...
its almost like i want to start
again...
these circumstances seem to defeat
me when i got more than i bargained for.
kindness becomes hardened
more often than not
whenever words...our words... are wielded
i beg for your pardon
why do we do this to ourselves?
it's like i can stand on the edge of a knife
forever
and i just don`t like the taste of it...
no, i don`t like the taste of it.
the after-taste
of the choices we make
still haunt me sometimes.
but how can i measure?
when the following days
don`t seem so different from the next
its all tea and theatre
i suppose.
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"I'm getting tired, I'm forgetting why.."
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