Once again
I feel the p e r p e t u a l need
aching in my wrists
to push away anything "good"
sneaking in to my heart.
I complain about being l o n e l y ,
but I have knit my own blanket of loneliness
and I am smothering myself in it.
My head is in the c l o u d s ,
but my heart is in my hands
I am pulling on the strings
watching it s t r u g g l e
I can't stop myself
I love to HATE this game.
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