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I seem to write more than I wish.
A gift I was given upon I wish I could take away.
If only I abandon my emotions.
be half human and not share my thoughts.
I tried so many times to stop writing.
But I started to enjoy bleeding.
I cant make sense of this wasted gift.
It gets me no where.
People I know read this and step away.
I gestured to all of me in the above statement.
for a big portion just fall away from my grasp

I want to give up on all of this.
quit writing and be a kid with no delirium thoughts
No dreams just enjoying my lack of talents
For no time would ever be wasted.
I am the epitome of waste.
I just wish I could get a taste of something
something used at its full effect.
for its all based on chance and luck
and both of those complexities
I have been handed the short end of the stick

Call me out upon my thoughts.
forget my name and my existence
for the dreams I have wont be reached.
I am a hopeful broken poet.
with little skills in the right areas to push myself to the limit.
If I could stop writing. I would have done so before I started.
So really you people are just tapping into my unbreakable addiction

read my heroin
read my withdraws
emotions are my drugs of choice,
They get me no where fast.
other than my floor
as I to look up at my ceiling
and try to make sense of my life.
I listen to my heartbeat and my breath
and wonder if its going to waste like my talents.
I get an urge to run and move and start over.
irrational times unappealing places.
The definition of disregarded people.

wrapping up my thoughts with hopefully some closure.
My head keeps racing and killing my conscience with no conclusion
so the immoral story is:
I feel like I write do to an illusion of attempting productivity
cast me out throw me down.
rip these words from me.
before I overdose on my emotions.
because none of them make sense to me.

I just wish I could stop wishing.
I write to stop writing
I feel to stop feeling
I over think to stop thinking.
hands on my face
thoughts reaching no destination fast
Only if I could read thoughts.
I could have changed the past.
I will be damned if I allow to finish the race of life and love last.