i don't understand.
maybe i won't understand.
cradling thoughts
cradling ideas
cradling habits.
rolling around on the bed of lies.
this is way to much
for someone way to little.
letters to myself.
do i have to spell it out loud?
tricking my senses.
you make my skin crawl.
famously and commonly.
you don't do to them what you do to me.
so of course there's no fear in them.
skipping around because my mind is alone.
my habits are full force.
and i can't control:
myself.
my life.
these are all lies.
this is nothing but the truth.

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