Blinded eyes. Blink n in a state of reality lost in a dream. Unable to see the change on full display. Sight turns to memory wanting to believe the same ol same. As self is in the way of ever giving the benefit of the doubt. With a venomous spew from that leaps from the tongue so loud. Hatred fueld in depths cannot be corrected. The pain n confusion settles in the claiming of nerves as if infected. Setting the willingness so fast outta reach others havta live in a recycling discomfort. Bonds broken by bad decisions never heal. There's always a pointing finger no matter the process taken to right the feel. Admittance isn't accepted as the beginning of where things turned for the worse. N to be forgiven is nothing more than empty words. You can't go back n there's nothing that can be done. The dwelling is the only thing that'll ever be shown. Held to convictions to relive the mistakes along the way. N as that's wanted it's to be noticed as an improvement from a prior self. Looked upon as human that's learned a few things that could help. But the belittlement is buried in the mental aspect to remind someone of it all. Chance is a myth once the moment complicates life as the heart falls. Down so low as to disturb the good placed in their face. N that's when the inner mashed from them tend to fade. Pulling back from the abuse of emotions clinging to the smiles curve. To redirect it's desperation to get others to witness true worth...
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