I need it

The tension calls

It won't sit

I feel myself fall

It feels like then

I had nothing

I couldn't control myself then

And changes are failing

Where is my truth?

Where is my life?

Why am I not through?

At least I don't want a knife

But I want and arm

A nice, safe place

Just to leave a mark

It'll be a grace

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Welp, I am so pleasantly surprised about how many views this has. I thought I might get like 20 or something but wow. I am putting dates here so y'all can see when I wrote this stuff. 

Have a great day/night <3 <3 <3