My hands sweat my head throbs yet I stay still I wonder a lot what I am doing when I do it where I do it how it happens a lot of times I'll just run my mouth my big mouth so big that people treat it like the sun not that it shines but they want away from it from me not all of them but as I watch they fall one by one in love in harmony in peace and what is left? me of course I am just support and all that I may be but what if I want to be more act more do more maybe have more what if I don't like my free will being under your control being what makes you happy and I wish it didn't affect me like so but here I am writing typing falling in love again not with a person but with poems but with words but with sound the sound I hate oh so much the sadness it brings me the frown upon my once smiling face how I wish if I could go back in time to fix so many things I would really I would be happy really I wouldn't regret every action really I wouldn't feel this sense of having nothing to loose to pay to give a sense that in a way it's all gone maybe that's why I didn't mind with the storm I didn't mind with the yelling and the other comments that my what should I say? friends call me And no I don't want to be with them but every time its just the same yes I do want a change yes I do want her back but no I don't know how to but no she's already gone I might as well move on too since you and everyone else has well maybe its this feeling of sickness
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