There was that., lost feeling
Other emotions, there was pain, I was angry, there was shame, but who could blame me?
Well I could blame me. Because I knew better and that's what kept me angry.
Im working to control the flesh.
My hands on less still my focus getting hazy. I confess that I'm a mess and I wear it on my chest like a dirty apron.
Nothing in my sleeves this vest is my only saving.
But in the process it seems I found this lost feeling
This, but at what cost feeling
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