= F u n c t i o n =

Have ever you functioned,

Have ever you thought,
Should I be the one,
Should I be the one.

I propose my intentions,
On the back of my worst poems,
I reduce my sorrows to emotionless words,
I dreamt drab scars across dreamlands,

Wrists bound to the sentiment of forever,

The forever we’ll never see.

The End

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