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Pacing myself- it's all in the distance
That I put myself away from that [passiveness]
Of my past self. I am new again. [Or so I think]

I am done with lying [except with every breath]
Poetry- it's all in the words that I don't mean
The expanse of words [of which I could never need]

I am done with the truth [I never had it anyway]
Desperate, desolate, and despairing
Life- it's all in the time we spend
And time I never really had.

I'm not sure about this piece, for a variety of reasons. I'm not sure if I like it first off. It's strange, and I'm not sure if it fits well with me. Another reason being, I'm not sure what it means haha. But oh well, here it is.