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I need to let go, and not distract myself.
It's time to knuckle down,
accept the truth for what it is,
and not worry about nostalgia.
Do not let the possible regret become that,
regret is a unworthy opponent in the ring.
The old time ringer is not even probable.
my own expectations are improbable, nonexistent.
Understanding them is worth even worse of a proposition.
There's no reason to fret or accept defeat,
there is so much possibility for more,
but this is not the right time,
the risk is too great for me to give it up.
I deserve better than that,
I can't think that there's an opening back into my heart,
they never deserved my heart,
even with the extras and physical effort.
there was nothing ever there all along.
I know there's better, and I keep stalling.
It's time to knuckle down on personal items before they blow right by.
I can't take mixtures of chemicals on me with Oilin high octane or what.
Depending on this, it will yield different reactions to how someone reads the artist.
There's so much to say, and so little time to do it all,...*
i NEED TO rEMOVE aDAPTATION, AND RELEASE MYSELF ONTO MY AFFECTION.AND REMOVING IT COMPLETELY.
tHIS WILL GET ME NOWHERE OTHERWISE, AND THE LAST POEM IS OUT OF ANGER AND INTOXICATION IN THE SUBJECT. i APOLOGIZE PRIOR TO THIS.
It's time to knuckle down,
accept the truth for what it is,
and not worry about nostalgia.
Do not let the possible regret become that,
regret is a unworthy opponent in the ring.
The old time ringer is not even probable.
my own expectations are improbable, nonexistent.
Understanding them is worth even worse of a proposition.
There's no reason to fret or accept defeat,
there is so much possibility for more,
but this is not the right time,
the risk is too great for me to give it up.
I deserve better than that,
I can't think that there's an opening back into my heart,
they never deserved my heart,
even with the extras and physical effort.
there was nothing ever there all along.
I know there's better, and I keep stalling.
It's time to knuckle down on personal items before they blow right by.
I can't take mixtures of chemicals on me with Oilin high octane or what.
Depending on this, it will yield different reactions to how someone reads the artist.
There's so much to say, and so little time to do it all,...*
i NEED TO rEMOVE aDAPTATION, AND RELEASE MYSELF ONTO MY AFFECTION.AND REMOVING IT COMPLETELY.
tHIS WILL GET ME NOWHERE OTHERWISE, AND THE LAST POEM IS OUT OF ANGER AND INTOXICATION IN THE SUBJECT. i APOLOGIZE PRIOR TO THIS.