This time around, was a bit different.
No cursing.
Or damning a new delusion.
No wondering, "Is this is another mask?"
Now, not all shakles were broken...
Patterns are drawn
So they have to get colored.
I'm lazy, dirty, and angry.
I'm loved.
I'm lonely.
Whatever.
When it got dark, it just got dark
Yeah, the Sun is there, when its not. Sure, I get what that does.
But, its not the sun and its not, not the sun
It is, what it is.
and right now, its a reminder.
That I love.
And I fear.
I fear not loving.
Not living.
That ain't too bad.
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