FULLER LIVING
"Im not doing this because you told me to
Im doing this because I feel sorry for you"
No, you don't.
You want love.
You want acceptance.
You're scared it isn't real
Scrapes and bare bones wilting in your soul
Waiting for your joy to steal
No home to call your own
The eyes are windows to a world inside
You wanna hide
Keep away
Ur led astray
These hands do not feed
They take
Then convince you are the bag dog
A stray alley cat deserves scraps
How about that?
Now I feed myself luxurious banquests
I CANT breathe at the end
I endulge and indulged, but now suddenly with the banquet
You find yourself reaching out a hand?
When I had scrapes and you were prepared for?
Choke on the salty essence of your tears
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