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I like lying to myself
Maybe another 5 years of this
I’ll be where I want
10 years in stagnation
To the same people
To the same sounds
In the same
Place
No matter
How far
I crawl
Beady eyes
Pecking my clean
I am but
A shell
Of a being
I’m a stale
Crumb
With honest intent
Leave me be
Let me rot with the rest
Let me kill to feel
I see
What I means
God
Gives his
Best
Challenges
To those foolish enough to listen