My Poor Soul - Please Believe Me, You Don't Want This

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They begin to lose their unique features
How am I to tell which finger to adorn
when they become the hands of all the same creature
What's the point in mending the wounds
When they've already become faded scars
I guess I'll never really get used
To always crashing into someone else's car
The list extends beyond a healthy amount (Pen to the paper)
I could never find the room in my mouth (but I can't draw the line)
Unhinge my jaw to fill the space with words (The ink I found later)
I've said sorry so much, now my throat burns (dried up over time)
So for the last time can't you figure it out? (And if you really care)
It's hard to hear you when the voices are loud whether (I'm sorry or not)
No wonder I forgot what it was that drew concern (I hope you appreciate)
Why try to listen with no intent to be heard? (the microphone I bought)

Written by:
Zakkary Moreno

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