bounds

desert during nighttime
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there are some people whose eyes tell you
that they desire more than where they find themselves

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it feels nice to be understood by a lover
but you have to understand yourself more

exploring things about oneself
without breaking prior commitments is the challenge

who am i? is not the question i am asking

what are my bounds and limitations?

that’s more it

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the thoughts we have and conceal
eat away inside leaving a most
dissatisfied kind of longing

averaged

blur calm waters dawn daylight
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i don’t recognize my life anymore, it’s living itself

there isn’t a place i can rest my head that feels like my home —
maybe that was a concept only for childhood

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i’m like tempered glass, i can take anything and never break,
but i feel nothing either

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my highs and my lows have been averaged out
to a near-constant forbearance

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i don’t know if i’m stronger for keeping it together
or stronger if i’d let myself unravel

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it makes me happy to make you happy
but i don’t know who i am anymore
or if i should strive to be anyone at all