I need to see you, and as life drags us farther apart you say
"If there's a will there's a way"
You don't seem to have the will.
You have never shown me that you do.
So why do we keep pretending we will actually do something?
Be something?
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The Result Of Shame
PoetryA poetic outburst of raw feelings and deep thoughts about my experiences, relationships, love, and sadness over the course of a year. A quiet place to put my loud mind. The details of a damaged soul. An end and a beginning. The result of shame... ...
