An uneasiness comes over me, over stimulating me with unhappiness.
Maybe it's not real for you.
This is a repetitive familiar feeling.
What's worst?
Experiencing truth, and never being able to grasp it, or never knowing the truth at all, when you seek it so desperately?
Am I paying truly for my sins?
Is this infinite karma?
Cause if hell is worst than this, I would die twice in spirit.
I want to go crazy, cause I'm already there.
Might as well show what I feel.
When you've had all the flavors, which one becomes your favorite?
Or do you beget greed, and all flavors are recycled and indulged in circulation?
Maybe you don't feel obligated to choose, because you don't need me like I think.
Maybe my perception is blinded by my own needing.
Am I selfish, or righteous?
This isn't mutual. The scale is too high in polarity.
I'm screaming in the dark, and you aren't willing to be light, when I need you.
Because if you were, by all means necessary, there would be an us.
We are not joint.
We are apart.
Literally.
We are apart.
I have to shake this. I have to rehab this addiction, because there is no fixing unless you're mine.
But I guess that's the issue.
I don't own you.
Love isn't ownership.
So this is false.
This is a drug.
And drugs aren't healthy.
I need to be clean.
I need to get you out of my system...
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