The vitriolic of unkindness the venom of of sour grapes
These thoughts are on my mind.. do I revel in my brokenness.. is that my identity
The dysfunctionality that was the majority of my life permeates through my being as I stumble through blindly.. yet again. Yet again.
Am I content or merely looking away looking through looking beyond the pain at hand.. the pieces of my mind of my body of my heart..
And I have food running through my mind.. masa filled dishes of green and red sauced plates.. feeling overwhelmed but am I just being a drama queen again..
I turn the page.. but it's me turning it back wondering what did I read.. what are these characters on this page.. these unfamiliar words that keep me disinterested wondering again what is this..
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