Teetering between poetry and gutting you
The latter speaks louder truths
Was I complimentary or complementary
Puzzle pieces; let me define you
Why am I frustrated?
Maybe you know
Fake is all you worship
So worship this smile
Pile them on just to count me in style
Empty is the hand which found me again
Batteries
Half of me
Why do I allow you to be anything?
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