Wednesday, March 7

Cyst. Bacteria. I Was Right.

It's a basic belief

To reach and be received
Babies cry when it doesn't work that way
Cry because that's all they can say

I've got a lot more words for you
But I'll keep them in my heart
And try to find a civilized way to release them
No one wants a thousand pit bulls loose in their yards.

I don't love you anymore
I don't loathe you anymore
I don't care what happens anymore
I don't need to be the center of attention.

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