The Beginning of the Middle of Nowhere

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Some afternoons I write poetry, and others I cry. Once I did both, but it made for poor art, as my attention was split between you and myself.

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Some afternoons I write poetry, and others I cry. Once I did both, but it made for poor art, as my attention was split between you and myself.

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I quit trying to be enough for you. After that, I rose to my own standards, I honored my own potential, sewed my own seeds along my own unbeaten path...

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I quit trying to be enough for you. After that, I rose to my own standards, I honored my own potential, sewed my own seeds along my own unbeaten path...

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I wish I could. It would be an honor to be the one who fulfilled your emotional voids, but alas, I have unpaid debts of my own; I have become...

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I wish I could. It would be an honor to be the one who fulfilled your emotional voids, but alas, I have unpaid debts of my own; I have become...

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I have a short fuse but enough control to just ghost you before I explode. It's self-respect because fuck you.

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I have a short fuse but enough control to just ghost you before I explode. It's self-respect because fuck you.

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I released all expectation, forgave my own regret, and allowed myself to spiral into control. I entered upside-down through the back door, I conquered my fears by letting them go.

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I released all expectation, forgave my own regret, and allowed myself to spiral into control. I entered upside-down through the back door, I conquered my fears by letting them go.

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After my mother leaves this Earth, I will have no reason to continue the life I’ve built here. I may as well get my tubes tied because what’s the point...

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After my mother leaves this Earth, I will have no reason to continue the life I’ve built here. I may as well get my tubes tied because what’s the point...