This is me,
these are the wholes that line my heart and have paved the road to you.
I walk the plank to another day and fall into the cracks that seem so small.
Who can tell the difference between dreams anyways?
Don't believe the words that fall from the lips of the souless, the wholeless & the shameless.
I can argue with you or even myself but who really knows who is right.
I feel your skin even when I am clothed.
Who really needs clothes anyways?
I'm pulling inspiration from a hat of hopes,
in hopes its not just a trick.
If, and when, what if there was no IF?
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