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Sunday, February 8, 2015

A Poem to someone familiar.

Awash in the grey

Who can I cry to?
Who knows?
Noone
What can I do?
How do I trust?
Lies
Lies
Lies
My stomach is in knots 
I might throw up.
Then perhaps you'll know this isn't a game

It's my life.
It's our life.
Don't play it so poorly.
Don't play at all.
Be better.
Suck less. 
Stop excusing your actions, you tep.

If a tree falls in the forest and no one is around to hear it, it still falls.

Don't fall and pretend you haven't. 
Don't ask me for forgiveness, ask yourself to be better, to do better. 

Tell yourself no lies, tell the truth. 

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