How did I get to this day, I lay on this couch,
thinking about,
The last two years, and I
still have a hard time trying to understand how I got to this place,
Today.
There are so many people waiting
repeating my every movement
of today, yesterday,
and before.
Where are you all,
you are not in my head,
you are not in my life
You will never the part,
you want my life.
How do i sit here?
Today,
I want to think back,
but I don't want to relive these two years,
but i will,
I will need to,
do another repeat,
of this journey,
too and from hell,
too and from heaven,
on this day where I am,
still caught
between.
waiting for the world to see, what has been done,
not to me,
not,
you,
though me, you'll see
to themselves,
from inside a jail cell,
is the only relief
I will have for me
to be able to
have this taken from themselves
relentless,
jealousy,
envy,
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