Ive cleaned out my closet. But to be here and start again, its almost like itll never end. You see me as a form and not the man I really am. It takes some company, but not from you. It brings me down. Misery. Factory. Misery. Theres a sale at the misery factory. Theres a yard sale in my head, but no buyers seem to come my way. When we were young and not abducted, by our lives of misery I acted out but now theres just pain. Wont go away. Its like a weight of guilt, pressing my shoulders. The broken promises. The lies we choose to deal with this in different ways. Accepted. And now alone, I choose to be. Just let me be. In misery.
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