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you tell me off for what you see is wrong that i'm malaligned or something worse maybe even a screw is lose in my tongue that'd explain why i talk a lot in verse

you think that i think i'm smart or a know-it-all of sorts that i'm a dropped piece of china or something worse maybe even a brain with too many things plugged in its ports that'd explain the overload of information that i rehearse

i think that you think that i trust you that'd explain your thoughts in reverse maybe even that i tell you all that is true but maybe i don't or something worse

i do not feel emotion as good or bad, most are instead waves of color passing by, like a burst of lighting casting near my pad, it is just another thing that comes and goes.

it pass by like words thrown into the wind, some stick onto my ears just the same, like super-glue or paint deep on my hand, it is just another thing that comes and goes.

i see no reason to worry, it passes by like time, and i have nothing left to not wait for, like I'm stuck in a cell serving the deal of my crime, it is just another thing that comes and goes.

i want to be seen, but not in the light.

i want to be heard, but only underwater.

i want to be touched, but only between glass.

i want to love you, but not be loved.

Son, the night shifts here are long, and many of your clients are already afraid of you, but some are already distant from life itself, and those are the easy jobs, they'll blindly follow.

If you choose this line of work, you best know that the pay ain't no good, you do it for the job title on the resume, and sometimes the deals under the table.

If you think it sounds good, then by all means, pick up the pen, or the scythe, or the gavel, and sign your name to seal your fate.

is it anger that I feel? from my belief that you, you of all people, have the power, the power to heal, to heal me and my scars?

or, have I only ever felt resignation to you, you and to my situation?

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