The clock began a promising venture
With hopes of smooth steps to fill
Though there arose obscure events
Tugging at my desire to unleash fleshy responses
I failed to contain and withhold
And forgot my stance as one dead and buried
Though i decided to rise again
Collecting guilt and shame
Only to be at my bed with regret
Asking for a clearing away
Pleading to be someone who isnt who
She was today
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