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more rambling poetry

where do i get this obsession from
why have i grown so utterly attached
i cannot fathom any reasoning
i was so angry just by proxy
feeeling is not always a good thing
going too fast and making me nervous
drinking and driving is never okey
unless you know where you're off to
my breath has calmed a million storms
everything coming to a halt all at once
there is no way for me to simply fade out
away from all of that which has happened
im not sure if what im hearing is real
nor am i sure of what i write
i guess i tend to get this way
when i have no sense of purpose
the songs are not nearly long enough
loud enough or anything
i need more notes to make me cry
disrtactions irrelevantly passing me by
typing the letters before they're needed
i know that fear is irrelevant
all that matters is the sense of self
i have shed from myself long ago