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Weary—I am weary from all the effort I've given that bore no fruit
Bleary—the world is bleary because of all the chances I was given but I never took
Shame and guilt both play in the ground I laid for them in my head I've spent years trying to outgrow these toys but I ended up playing with them instead
It just doesn't stop —the toil and the flaring thoughts that come with it
It just doesn't stop —all the shifting dunes and the repeated words nobody asked for but given freely
Sorry—I am sorry for the way everything turned out because of me
Glory—I have no glory because of the way I have told my story
Beasts and witches whose cackles are conjured by my mind I've spent years trying to run but I ended up joining them in bloodlust and insanity despite
All the heartache the wishes uttered but never fulfilled
All the days of fruitless toil and the mockery I receive because of it
All the days of languishing spent hiding from the sun as if it burns the sin in me
