i can't trust my gut
when it's all knotted up
wish i could brush it out like i should brush my hairi think i'll be fine
i have so much time
this dam won't collapse for 10,000 years& then when it does
& everything floods
i'll feel the cold water i'm submerged init'll take out the trees
& misplace the bees
i can already feel them stinging my skinwhen this dam is gone
& i've waited too long
i'll be drowning in everything i never didof all of the things
& all of the stings
wasted time is the most painful for a little kid
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