man it's insane
how pain
has framed my inside
yeah i can't seem to hide
bumpy ride
yeah my pride leaves
whenever i grieve
and the blood on my sleeve
turns in to a friend
or a lesson learn
yeah my soul won't burn
because i let my donuts out
yeah i turned on the waterspout
and let the paper get wet
by my words
yeah no birds crabbed
on my laptop
no i just let go
slow
and painfully
yeah a.k.a. poetry
a.k.a. me
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