Some stream-of-consciousness stuff
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dearth of wealth let me focus
on my mental health
when the situation shake
shit get clearer
my emotions just snippets,
sticking in the mind though
I'm a story that gotta be read
how i justify the bread
burning here
as opposed to the bay
the water is on fire and I see myself reflected
I gotta go before I can finish my thoughts though
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It's not fair to put the girl through this. She's young and so impressionable. And so it becomes about image. So ima bear mine. Bear that misunderstanding and take it in stride. Save em a lil bit more heartache pretending like mine don't hurt.
Opportunity is about working to be ready at the right moment. All them other moments, they were ready but I wasn't yet. And I got plenty of opportunities to fall into toxic influencies. I can't do this sober. Saturdays we heal and fall apart. I just want to scream though. Go back to drowning it out.
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The dusty demons that stand between us stare holes into my stomach. Fill the gaps between women. Between wherever I might stay.
Two months. A year.
My brain, folded. The gaps in that, the results of burns. Holes. Dust. Each city a demon.