Again, I’m the one they all run from
October 4th, 2008
Reborn and shivering, spat out on new terrain. Unsure, unconvincing this faint and shaky hour.
Day one, day one: start over again. Step one, step one: I’m barely making sense. For now I’m faking it ’til I’m pseudo making it from scratch. Begin again, but this time I as I, and not as we.
Gun shy and quivering, timid without a hand. Feign brave with steel intent. Little and hardly here.
Day one, day one: start over again. Step one, step one: with not much making sense. Just yet I’m faking it ’til I’m pseudo making it from scratch. Begin again, but this time I as I, and not as we.
Eyes wet toward wide open frayed. If God’s taking bets, I pray he wants to lose.
Day one, day one: start over again. Step one, step one: I’m barely making sense. Just yet I’m faking it ’til I’m pseudo making it from scratch. Begin again, but this time I as I, and not as we.
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