The Veracity of Reality
I fuck up here
I fuck up there
I fuck up far
I fuck up near
Always do it wrong
But never do it right
With you
It's always a fight
Who created this fairy tale
This fucking perfect paradigm
None of it makes sense
Or maybe it's just this time
That's all I hear
It will get better
Mosey on
But it's hard,
You don't understand
But I don't expect u to
It's just me in this hole
All the same, nothing new
This poem is about:
Me
My family
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