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ANOTHER LOATHING DAY
DAVE THE POET

Another loathing day, Tapped inside my skin
Since nobody really knows, Where do I begin
You tell people, Bits and pieces
Enough, To let them get close
But never see, The inside
A place, You don’t even go
The only thing you own, Is your soul
It knows enough, To heal itself, In the dark and cold
My world, Is such a tiny place
Getting smaller, In every way
Maybe someday, I’ll see the big picture
‘Til then, I’ll just fade away