i get it
i get it
it really doesn’t matter how hard you try
“Such a sad disposition you hold”
what else can i hold?
i hold nothing
but I leave everything
[ how unfortunate ]
these guilty thoughts of abandonment are all i have left
[ that the things we learn ]
mockeries of running
[ aren’t ever actually learned ]
unwanted escapes
[ unless we do it the hard way ]
how can i get out if i don’t want to?
i don’t want to give up
quitting's for quitters
quitters are losers
losers don't win
winners get the prize
that's what i want
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