Journal:  -------------------------------------------Mood: ***shit***rinse***repeat***
It’s a steely place,
the back frames
of your mind.
Names and faces
shift, under weight
of recycled words,
tough brakes,
and learning curves.
You never really,
fully completely,
lived in any moment.
and
I’m eternally done (you said that once)
but I am gone for good.
Riddance and goodbye....Created 2020-02-04 02:50:14 |
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