mild distortion of thoughts, and i am out
like the brightest of lights you were told to never walk in to
i see you plain and simple
someone to hold on to, something to clutch
but yet there is more than just the physical.
i always open my mouth at the wrong time,
i always feel the way i shouldn't be feeling
and i always make sure everyone
knows it.
i am unintentional. i am a mistake
that someone made and i continued
to make it.
i am out like the brightest of lights,
one that will never turn on again.
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writings from a sore hand
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