the start wasn't that far from the beginning
I was wondering who was going to step up
and save me
I really don't need you to
save me
I can't stop thinking about where
I screwed everything up
I screwed up
fuck
it is impossible to deal
I cannot deal
with these redundant issues
over and over
and over
again
I am broken
broke
broken
I want to see you take away the extra words, externalize the inner, internalize the extra. This poem, and "Bored." They may be brothers, or sisters, or two pieces to breed into one?
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