NAILS
The plans never make themselves,
Aside from those boards that seem to go up with nails.
Knocking for another to come along,
Burdening the sweet melody of their song.
It may never be ok to be yourself,
One has to look past this.
Just like every pig of man who technically cheated on himself.
Loss…
That is what's worth living for,
Whether you're doing well
Living in a fancy loft, or a box,
Despite the time your mind may have been lost.
Cannot stop thinking about that time,
Our minds just crossed...
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