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Someday, 
you will look in the mirror
and your level gaze 
will be met 
with the pain filled stare 
of someone 
who has used themselves 
one too many times.

Every girl you fuck, and fuck over
has feelings, has emotions.
Someday, when you get played 
you will realize that you do too...

Watch where you park your shit at night 
someday, 
you may wake 
to find that it was towed...
then where are you?
What will your vehicle 
for abuse be?

Your kind words, 
with the veneer wearing down.
the danger 
staring me in the face 
from behind all the places
where you've patched yourself
back together
for the sake 
of appearing whole.

I see how this ends.
A poor drama this is- 
when the entire audience 
has the ending pinned 
before the opening credits 
have even finished rolling 
across the blank screen.

Just...

F a d e A w a y . . .

Just...

Forget about being something 
important...
Forget about being cool... 
forget about being appealing...

And just be.
Strip yourself of all the niceties
that society has crammed 
down your pants...
Forget all the places 
you've been taught were yours 
to play with...

The Heart, 
the Head, 
The hole....

Just...
Quiet yourself 
and prepare 
for the belief
that there is more to this life

T h a n T h i s . . .