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so many thoughts racing through my head,

I've said it before, and I'll say it again,

this time is no different that the last,

I can't seem to find a thought to which I can grasp,

just fleeting ghosts so thin an gaunt,

leaving me with nothing but emotions that haunt,

maybe someday I'll learn to deal,

but until that day I can't stand to feel,

these painful, shameful, angry things,

push them down to lessen the sting,

it's all you've done, it's all you'll do,

maybe one day your wishes will come true,

a wondrous transformation, an unbroken man,

and maybe a sweet lady on your hand,

not one who's just there for show,

but one who you will always know,

loves you truly, thoroughly, and well

and just the sight of her will make your heart swell,

but those days are not here yet,

and may never be, so for now you face the threat,

of disinherited lullabies,

and lonely calls before your eyes,

you wish to save them, to ease their hurt,

you wish to help them, but it ends up worse,

for how can a broken boy inside a broken man,

have any hope of any future plan?