i talk so much about ups and downs
i take the downs for granted and i
usually don't notice the ups but
i talk so much about how i can't change how i feel
and then some angel shows up (unexpected this time)
and all i can think about is: i'm happy for some reason
sometimes ghosts kill brothers
and sorrow kills mothers
but sometimes the ghosts were lying
or there was nothing we could do
and my mother is gone too
though my zombie eyes are here to stay but
i am not alone. hey you —
we found a will, so we found a way.
and you — tomorrow will be shiny and new.
and you — spring will be here soon.
i'll wait for the sound of crickets in the april rain
and then the drugs will ease the pain
and i will not set the house ablaze
with a cigarette
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i like optimism. your titles are very long!
also, btw, it has come to my attention that you haven't commented on mine since you said you had ptsd and i hope the ptsd wasn't so far-reaching that you decided to Never Read Anything Ever Again. because that would be Sad
who are you and what have you done with riley?!?!?!!
.... oops i guess there's no way i can turn that into a compliment, but i promise it is one and also not simultaneously an insult.
... expressive FAIL.
SO GOOD.
... supernatural, too.
question: who got which assurance? (yes, i'm procrastinating.)
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