such a basket case, hide the cutlery.

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memories.

they're playing in my head
simple memories
of sweet summer
of depression and cutlery

that i look back on
and laugh.

guts
guts to grow
watered them
they grew.

I want that feeling of freedom back
running and running

the wind.

don't get me wrong by this
please.

I beg you.