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I am the physical form of things I don’t want to feel

I wake up with the world’s tears on my shoulders

and yesterday’s sweat in my eyes

when half the world is asleep

I am callous and cruel and a million more things

as the ghosts keep throwing me questions

I don’t have the answers to

please see me as more than a pile of the

shit I put you through

cause when the walls burn down I keep building windows

I keep trying to see you