if i give up now, what do i have to show for it? trying my best to stand still. desperately searching for my home in this place. through the piles of dense desperation i've created here, that seems a bit far fetched. there is no motivation behind my steps. you cant find the inspiration behind the layers of my eyes. clouded and muddy because clear days don't often come around here anymore. my head feels heavy. heart full. stomach empty. breaking my back for dusk and summer. breaking my back for everything i've dreamt of, and everything i'll forever be running after.
you seem just the type. i could be getting ahead of myself, as always. or i could be right. praying im right. palms folded and sweaty, knees getting weaker. keep praying through a weary veil. tomorrow, in my eyes, will be a very telling day. you could keep me grounded. you could make me better. i know you understand.
them young girls, they do get weary.
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