do you see me at all through the tears? will i ever been able to slide through? the greasy salt clogs my veins and i forget that there was a time we were happy, will be again, soon, sooner and when stillness was a virtue and i was allowed encouraged even to cry, without insulting you and looked forward to our weekends without worrying that you won't hear that i can't say enough, right, anything that i will resent you for my failures and that you will want me to.
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ever been able to slide through?
the greasy salt clogs my veins and i forget that there was
a time we were happy, will be again, soon, sooner
and when stillness was a virtue and i was allowed
encouraged even
to cry, without insulting you
and looked forward to our weekends without worrying
that you won't hear
that i can't say enough, right, anything
that i will resent you for my failures
and that you will want me to.
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