the awful truth about my youth
last night i had a dream
i revisited the past
i could feel all of the pain but
i couldn’t change the fact that
i could feel all of the shame but
everything was still an act
i could feel all of the loneliness but
i couldn’t make contact
i woke up with a song
and (maybe) clarity at last
it went: “life is a delivery
you never wanna get back…
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