old friends, new friends
the inbetween friends that never get addressed
I'm a mess
a dried lake bed
who dreams of moisture
rain clouds and perfect compositions
a hometown from another state
or another country
a longing that can be felt in the teeth
way below what the kids see
everything was installed correctly
but I'm wired all wrong
suck cess, but never success for me
which leaves what?
what do I have to show you?
what can be measured of it all?
if this meant nothing to you
it'd still be centered
I'm everything I wanted to be
everything I worked for
I hate my job
I hate my skin
I hate my circumstances
but I love this
whole heartedly
no apologies
to you, my family, or those left of center
the one way in is the one way out
and we're all getting out
so get in
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