Forcing this to bend until breaking it apart.
Supposing this doesnt have to be anymore than thought.
For now its not, and if I could just talk to you,
and not want to tell it all. Because it seems,
I have always known things change, they change.
Just gi have it time, so the only consolation is the feeling,
that Imgoing on anyway.
Where motions slow to standing.
Imbuilding to indifference and dulled inside.
Wait on saying all your thinking out loud.
These wounds are healing, its worth leaving alone now.
These words are reactions to this that I will,
never be alright.
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