It's just one of those things you can't explain,
like the joys of watching a hawk soar on the thermals.
It's just one of those things that you know won't last,
but the secret addiction pulls you in.
It's just one of those things that can't be described,
Just one of those feelings that are as flighty as a swallow.
Just one of those things that can't be said,
communication fails.
It's just one of those things that cut without a knife,
Just one of those things where the only feeling left is guilt,
a one sided struggle to keep from going under
It's just
pain.
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