I find it strange how even though it doesn't smell like it,
I still think of fudgecicles everytime I walk into the garage

I find it strange how everytime I think of corn on the cob
I think of when you broke your arm

And a thousand other completely separate instances
Or rather inferences
That always make me think of something different

I tell myself over and over again
I'm okay, everything will be fine
Someday I'll be fine

Deep down I know I'm lying to myself
But I must do it anyway,
To keep from losing it completely

My reflection in the mirror only makes it worse
Seeing the image of what should be a real person
But isn't

I'm the shadow of a once livid life
Swept away in the currents and swells of grief
Screaming silently in the salty water

A terribly innocent frame
A life thought out and perfectly planned
Only to be scarred with misery and an acute loss of hope

Ah yes the once perfection of my complexion
Gone with the teenage years
But bringing so much more than teenage angst

Pulled up and dropped time after time
I buried myself alive many times
But it was always new and never easy

Saying goodbye to what should've ended
But never did
 
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