i keep writing poems before their time
pulling ribbons the size of loved one from my pours
whos the next poor soul to be trapped behind my doors
my skin aint thick enough for these kinds of games
and im getting pulled in ever direction
aint nothing about be strong enough to keep me staying anywhere long
fuck all this indecision
i just want to love like its good for me
like i dont always have to be runnning
runnning
runnning
away
"i just want to love like its good for me"
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