Color is in camo
words are all raised
and if no words are spoken
its tears they embrace.
Guilt-tripping. Anger. Push. Pull. Shove.
Give me a moment, just between me and God,
where your thoughts will not touch me.
Or just keep going talking talking talking. Begging, crying whining yelling pleading blah blah blah
Do you get now why I'm going a little bit crazy
Please tell me what you think
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