Slip my psyche,
Hiding in my body.
Strength of will, too much to fill,
A drinking cup drained of luck,
Yet still the stains remain,
Driving me to change;
To figure the ways of trust.
Push off the ground,
You've fallen down again and yet,
End is nigh. So let's kill tonight,
A time that has always been.
But since then the cold has
Taken its toll as I stack my clothes.
Remembering words my mother chose, spoken soft yet the light
she proposed has claimed home in my bitter bones. Can I crawl out of here? A tunnel dug, bred from fears. Will I make it out in one piece? Give me something I need to have, like something sweet from the past.
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