Sometimes I feel like everything that happens to me is poetry.
Sometimes I feel like no matter what someone far out on the surface is getting hurt, not me.
Sometimes things are so perfect that even if a speck of dust shifted it wouldn't be as great.
Sometimes I feel like I can't breathe any more, and I have to run.
Sometimes I talk too much and I feel full and surrounded.
Sometimes loneliness comes crawling to me in the dark and emptiness fills everything.
But I think that if I actually found my way I'd cry myself to death.
So I'm glad I have you.
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