i know you know what i'm trying to say
in less words than obvious
i can not say outloud
what you probably need to hear
to understand the creases in my soul
the shadows in the back of my mouth
the raw palms of my hands
but you keep up,
you can read between the lines of:
i've only ever wanted to kill one person
and i thought about it for a while,
but he found out
and tried to beat me to it.
i've got two sisters who always lived with me
but only one is my blood;
cause i've never hurt so bad for someone else
and not regretted the bruises scars tears death
but then again, i dont regret much of anything,
except,
i still see him around town sometimes
which means he's still breathing
the air we share.
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it's still not fair.
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