nots and knots
know not why i dwell as a bottom-feeder. tire of this eternal trough when it was that my heart has learnt and learnt its lesson well. twas so, had to be so for damn if it were a mock truce. perhaps the melancholy suits me or perhaps i lie and all it is is drama or an unyielding stupidity that will only take me further. let it not be so.
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