I want to make amends
I wasn’t myself back then
I’m not myself again

I wanted to be seen
Your grass is always green
Watered and serene

I want us to be friends
Pay back all dividends
I want a different lens

I want it all like queen
Not asking much it seems
But you’re like Halloween

Where darkness descends
And all my words offends
Sins multiplied by tens

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P.S.

I hate blocks. I hate WordPress. I can’t sort out the about me page no matter what I do. Even though I pay for a plan, I’m not privy to chat support cuz it’s a personal plan.

I hate how I treated you.

Even though I wasn’t in control of myself.

I just started group therapy once a week for six months and others in group say “like” and “uhm” every other word. I’m not exaggerating.

They have zero self-awareness and the conversation makes me wanna end all existence.

People do this on social media too and I wanna jump from a bridge.

It’s so hard to engage or have compassion when all I hear is terrible speech patterns.

Helps.

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You’re like a little piece of string in a dark cave I can’t let go of.

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