this never ending baggage i collect 

the memories i hoard  

these stones in my suitcase

are heavy hands clinging to my ankles 

begging me to remain in what was 

distracting me from what is  

and making it impossible

to get a glimpse of what will be.

this never ending baggage 

packing to leave before i’ve settled 

my eyes adjusting only in time

to register an outlin...

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i don’t know i don’t know 

honestly i don’t know why i’m fucking bored 

stuck indoors 

waiting for life to run its course 

collecting dust n getting rusty 

is another 4 

years of atrophy and apathy ahead of me 

its actually unsettling  

acid embedded in me a better me 

until i fucked up the remedy and the melody turned eerie

she thinks i’m perfect it’s her theory 

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