it is, after all,
sometimes too exhausting when the mind
punishes the soul with every
reminder of the forbidden;
it disallows me from being
at peace with myself.
your eventual
imperturbable composure,
cool apathy is tiring to recall.
i dont think i allow myself
too much of this,
i am not proud of
being unable to be alright.
i dislike the futility of the situation,
because it tends to blow up into
a very emotionally debilitating issue.
but its nothing huge,
i never let it be.
so i guess this is how the
cookie chooses to crumble.
And I find it kinda funny
I find it kinda sad
The dreams in which I'm dying
Are the best I've ever had
I find it hard to tell you
I find it hard to take
When people run in circles
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