Falsehoods with undertows

days upon each other while we keep trying to piece together every other sieve

if reincarnation is true
in a past life, we all were hated

forgetting the process of enabling. if i was told about this sooner i wouldn't have said so, otherwise what is the point?

knuckles crack into place while all us young, brash, insecure boys break each others noses over our own brand of spilled milk, crying pyrite tears for what we think we've lost
in reality we haven't lost anything, we're just in a process of losing and regret, vicious cycles and vichyssoise dreams,
we're all trying to get somewhere but swearing while bleeding doesn't help i can probably assure you
if x, why is it that it still pertains to how i react to current situations, is this hesitation par the course or just the sort of anti-ichor coursing through my veins
is it me or is this fear that makes me perspire

students rally upon the talking points of paid conmen, sputtering verse upon hook of Seattle Sutton recipe handouts and how to better our lives with a simple rag,
if infomercials were any indication, it is a wonder how we get through our difficult lives without killing ourselves (sooner)

shattered glass in bone
night time whimsy fluttering to the beat of the electronic kick drum
while we pray for sun in the days of rain

fuck

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my sleeping schedule has been entirely reversed. these days are getting longer and simple concepts of how i feel about things are difficult to put into words. i continue to do things that i invariably regret. i don't think you can say sorry to some things. or maybe i'm over thinking, once again. because not everyone is so single-minded.
fuck.