It's in the way of how the bruises will have you feeling useless. Wounds from life gapped open when self remains as the truest. Knowing the bottle stunts growth and will have the mind clueless. Guarding the heart with a Kevlar vest. Oh how the tests within the chest infiltrates one's best through thoughts to filtrate the correction of depths. For life in a moment, living flightless. From the tightest punani to the edge whispering, just do it. Once the ribs can decipher what joy of fingers is to the tickle that tends to its grip. As lips switch up to save self with a variation of words to spit. And at the end of it, no one is truly missed. It’s a tisk with a tisk when lifelines are sniped. Ripped from fingertips just to live. And with this comes a responsibility to continue to give. Watching past times play out behind the eyes. Letting breathes die just so they don’t have to hide. Everyone wants to claim something as mine. When running outta time drives free will to climb to the further point within to get away from its find. To the extent of all there is, was and will forever need to be as an endless grind. Unable to escape memories that never become more than a sigh wasted to easily by the hype. One twitch and all of it falls apart. Head going down in the facts as the heart descends beneath the char. Leaving a mark for the aftermath to reconsile with as if we didn't expect others to play their part. Our willingness forces us to appear to not be so smart. Like an art played by chuckles that are intrigued by attractions waiting time to show truths of self how the game is an opposition we bogart. Being the only thing left in the smoldering remains of the waste we claim doesn't free us. When luv fails to be more than a feeling just bcuz. For it's us that matters first when acting in scenes for others to watch until the show reveals the lust. As selfish as the touch can enjoy an other long before the settling of the dust. Trust lingers to be proven while drifting along on hopes crutch. Reflecting on yet one more, once was.
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