"Tipsy"

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I don't understand
Anything in this existance
How have I honed me?

In all the shelves of my cardboard drawer
How have I kept me hidden in there?
Just so nervous to leave it be.

Recognize this air
Heavy and breathless
The fallen birds and floating leaves
Have I always been this clueless?

The thoughts in me are stones and solid
I should have been more cruel
Before being blown to bits
Now pain's the only thing that's flawless.

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