I feel this stirring in me. It brings out the worst in me. everything to me seems so maudlin it's like everyone is pretending and I can't be bothered. Life isn't perfect. it's messy as hell. tie a ribbon around the old oak tree, leave the light on, only for no one to see either of these beacons to my soul. my emotions and sentiments fall on deaf ears. I wish I wasn't like this. I wish that I could share me, but I am not meant to be shared. I am an experience. A fleeting, breathless experience.
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