I balance in this uncharted limbo of unreachable middleness.
To be me is to attempt the unremarkable--
fly under the radar in a doubtful act of "sacrifice" as if God's love might run out soon
(and they need it more than me)
with their
drinkingdruggingsexingkillingrapingstealingcheatinglyinggivinggratuitytotheirboyfriends (oh shit, that was me)
They are obviously broken.
(No parentheses to hide their inadequacy)
No really, go ahead.
Fix them.
(please don't peel back this face)
I'll be fine.
Lord knows they need it more than me.
(please let me escape the same stories)
I'm fine.
But then again, maybe thats why I did it.
(I want to need it too)
oh wait.
thats right.
You already know;
"I do."
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