I have gone years and years escaping that movie and this year will be
no different. So I wrote a poem in the other room with my earphones
on. I feel that it poem is very forced so forgive me. I need a muse.
Some inspiration that tears at my heart. Something or someone. That is
what this poem is lacking. Honesty. Hmm I may end up erasing it if I
still don't like it tomorrow.
Quitely thinking with a numbing tone
Among all this panic that I unfortunately own
A resolution? A solution to all this clutter?
But how do I begin it? What words do I mutter?
So in my head I turn it and flip it
Reversing the order so I can better read it
But seeing the answer was not properly planned
As I choke back the realization of this destructive end
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