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What allows me to rise above and claim I know better then you?
I have been wrong for so long,
Rarely if ever taking blame.
Everyone sees some sweet soul in me
But I find some sour shouted mouth of a man.
Maybe it’s only I who don’t know me.
What the hell has been eating at me?
The force inside me is weakened
By the ripping and reforming of days.
The earth washed in a filmy gray,
Silence strikes my ears.
I feel like I never belonged here
On this ash covered grave.
I feel things slithering under my eyelids,
Rolling my views into rain droplets.
The fox slyly never spoke in full truths.
The wolves stood hooded in sheepish wear.
Oh how I took trust in the company of all things wrong.