ten years after the fact my anger returns.
why why why
the house fills up with unused objects.
why oh why
i pine to spend money on more instruments
oh why oh why
life revolves around me and i opt out
why now
happiness is a warm gun
how now
like a shriveled up cacoon
now now
beauty isn't even skin deepak
ow
sad when words can no longer convey and shouting hurts
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