othelladub's Diaryland Diary

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it's like that

You are beautiful and lovely and special and that is why I was so selfish about it and you.

Don't ask me to be what I'm not. I can't be schizophrenic and change how I feel based on a whim.

Fly in your boat, in the sky.

Go away, and leave.

Leave me - goodbye.

A stain in my eye.

She is gone, and I'm glad.

She is pain and lies and nothing I ever had.

In my bed, I am sore. Sore neck, fingers. Grease.

I am here, and that's it.

I can stay, or I can go.

I am free.

I'm not tied down by anything - real, fake, or otherwise.

I am alone.

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