There's times when I get off work, sore n tired, n would luv to say I can go home... To a lil place where there's this woman who appreciates me in her life... Yet all I've eva known is how to be alone... Even though the thought every now n again crosses my mind... As there's things I don't speak of nor go looking for... Relations neva has worked out for me as I went all in... N as I sit here feeling lost as I so often do I feel the need of something more... But I don't have much to offer so I lean back n force a grin... I got me is what I tell myself... Peeking at faces n closing my eyes... Is there someone out there that could define the word help.?. Piecing comfort together within these empty lines... I could use what I shun away... I'd rather go without that silly lil thing that makes the ends meet... I don't need it so fuck it all... As I pretend I'm about to wake up from this fucked up dream...
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