it’s
so easy for me to blame you
for saying what I think always
surprised? oh, I could count the ways where what you say makes me decay
and morale decay will this way sway me, this way, this way, thatI swear it kills me
and you understand much too well the suffocation in the well in which I’m trapped
I’m enclosed, oh my, oh me
someone help? eventually?
depression is a condition
a condition that I can’t live in
is that your goal? to sell your soul
for something not even admirable?
conditions are potential permissions
the admission that some force still retains partial control(partial control is halfway to full and dull rulers never last long
is that what you are, now
dull?)
are you to blame for my insecurity?
I need to find your heartbeat
before I speak to you again
oh dear friend of mine
where have you been?

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