Last Saturday.

Pushing me further.

To where I've never been before.

Working on these

Inner thing's

That I mean

So much more

To explore.

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But life has a way 

Of making these things so difficult...

Too many moving pieces 

This shit is getting centrifugal...

I have to get it together.

Working hard on my spiritual...

I see it differently. 

Separating the physical...

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Cause I've been really

Simply trying to detach...

But love is like a drug.

I'm not trying to relapse...

The look in her eyes

Made me fall to my kneecaps...

And she caps, she snaps.

All the triggers take me back...

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I shed tears that night.

I couldn't hold in my feelings...

The anger that she had,

Never did hit a ceiling...

And every second there

Man, it had my mind reeling...

Trying to apologize?

What the fuck am I hearing?

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What fuck are you saying? 

Where the fuck is this going?

How the fuck can't you see it?

Who the fuck else is knowing?

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When the fuck does "you'll get over it." really even began to start?

How the fuck do I repair the tattered holes in my heart? 

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Now I'm standing here crying...

Why do I let you crawl into my crevices? 

How do you get past all the walls?

How do I make the best of this?

How do I start to heal

When I can't find the rest of it?

I have to take the time,

But I must stand the test of it...