I repeat what's been said to me.
They leave my lips in a moronic tone.
none of it comes from my heart.
that's been torn apart.all of me lost in space, erased to the bone.
I'm losing my sense of place.
Something I'm afraid to face.I fall apart slowly, knowing it's coming, I'm put on auto-pilot.
I say "I love you." but it's all an act it's up for you to buy it.
In my core those words are for someone else, Im not dumb.
I've learn to hide the truth, I've become numb.
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'Nevermore Than A Few Words'
Poetry"Dear god, make me a bird so I can fly, far far away from here." Jenny Curran