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I know my faults and it kills me
That I could fix them, but I don’t.
I stay where the water is warm, dirty,
And comfortable. Your well wishes
Try to push me forward, but I push back.
It’s my fault for not taking your hand, or
Actually, it’s my fault for not chasing him away.
The control is there for me to take, but I guess
the dreaming part of my brain enjoys the pain.

A little drunken poem for you, and some








half of the comments in my previous post are by me.
Where are all my lj friends?