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*Contrition* 04.20.2013
You let it destroy you, son
And they win. Don't let it
Your most dangerous tool is your heart rate
Pump it until you've made it
Then rest
You can't fear failure when failure
Makes you. She will break your heart
So her sister can find the sadness
Moldering inside you
Your mother is a woman just like she is
Your father feels loneliness just like you did
We make it through days
For each other. We exist together
Alone forever
Don't grow old knowing dozens of kids
Are yours. But the mothers in their hearts
Never were
Don't die with what if on your lips
Do it. Even if it destroys you
Try it. Even if it's the last thing you do
You did it
Drink water like it's medicine
Sleep nights like it's your last
Live days like they're your first
Let the sun do what the sun does
And the wind knock you over. And take over unashamedly
When the rain's done
You can't count on anything outside yourself
To lean against someone weakens you
Don't tattoo your face or become comfortable
In the lowest place. And if you do
Don't blame. Don't give up. It'll make you
It's not about money, it's more
About pain. To hurt hurts worse
On empty stomach, weak muscles
And consumerist brain
God is weakness. Love is illusion
Sex is like a bench press. You do it
To strengthen
I let it destroy me, daughter
And they won - once -
But I defeated them right back repeatedly
And I fear you'll never hear about it out there
Carefree. With me here half dead, struggling
Deadbeat crazy
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