I read a book about
history
It made me afraid of
who I'll be
I don’t want to come
good if it can't come clean
nor be one of many casualties
this one's for all
the charlatans
(I can call them out
but I'm one of them)
I've hated, I'm
hungry I'm feeling sore
I don't want to be
angry anymore
I am no
Sharpen your nails
There's a long fight
coming
You'll fight it with
strangers
But you'll want them
to come inside
All you have need of
is love and your health
And I've been alone
But I forced it
upon myself
I'm starting to learn
The most astounding
progress
Is to give up on
winning and live on regardless
But I still forget it
Tell me I'm good, just tell me I'm good.
I don't think I'll
ever make history
That's saved for
better one's than me
What floods in your
veins is a mystery
I would do well just
to feel your heat.
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