My Diary…

Unravel the elastic and open my old friend, yet shes sick of my shit,
All the drinkin and fuck ups but still accepts my demons,
And their clarified way of thinking.

My mind scares normal right now,
And I question the jungle that I hold in there,
The incessantly repetitive lullaby,
Questioning what they gave me in fear,
Looking for that which can set me free,

There is no spoon,

The Universe that damns us is all me.

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