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Please Don't Say Sorry


And who the hell am I? An antioptomist? An antifulfillment? An antievident? The time has gone away My life is here to stay My heart is trembling I have no other way To be. To be. I'll leave. But only if you want me to. And all the things I've said to you I mean them every day. And what the hell am I? An overused cliche. A footprint in the dust About to blow away. I am so goddamn selfish In the sense that I can never leave you Be Sometimes I fear the only way That you could find your happy is without me. And you'd be free And then I wouldn't be so selfish anymore By drenching you with all the feelings that I pour And I would slowly rot away My nerves would slow and sure decay But you could fly You could soar And I would be the casualty But I'm a moody moron anyways And though you've told me otherwise I still can't help but feel that I Am leeching you bone-dry And I don't mind it anyways The pain That I don't ever want you saying that you're sorry for Because I caused it I don't understand it But I caused it Inside of me somehow Maybe I'm just yesterday Or any day And even if you choose to survive with me or without me I'll still love you all the same
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NirvanaQueen1991

I am a poet, musician, and strong proponent of LGBTQ rights, gender equality, and being your true self no matter what ANYONE says. Do what you please, comment anything that comes to your mind, make you happy first. Then your dog/cat. That's pretty much it. Hail Santa. THE END.

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