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Other Blues

That pain 
That pain we take with us
That makes us
Who we are

We don’t know its name 
Not what it does
As we grow through it
Roots n’ all

We try therapy 
We try religion
Drugs I’m afraid  
it’s just existence

You left me before I left you
It was something deep 
From childhood 

And I pulled and pulled
But couldn’t get us out
I do feel guilt
About not being swallowed up 

I think of you 
At the appointed times
And I hope it’s true
You’re getting through alive 

And I know the rules 
I’ve bent them twice
There are just these thoughts 
Trapped in mind

◄ And then you'll be happy

the time of troubadours ►

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