A fire burns
inside my stomach lining walls
urning for something more
living up to
whatever it is
I thought I wanted.
Times
memories
thoughts
keep changing.
Assumptions of who
I thought
you were
are fading away.
Time clocks
are ticking
yet we are
standing still.
Staring at the walls
drinking alcohol
to forget
to re hatch
the truths
buried within.
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