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You don’t feel bad, you’re just fucking lonely

Laying breadcrumbs, you can now feel guilt free

I can smell the carrot, though I won’t take a bite

Your string is made of doubt, manifesting your blight

Validation, insecurities

Seek it elsewhere, or get on your two knees

Don’t slip on your thin fence,

walking with false confidence

The grass is only greener, when you water it

Your knees will surely bleed, crawling back on it

Ship to ship I guess we, never learned to swim. At least our bloated bodies will bump into each other