Thoughts

She does not care and does not think about these things that make me drink. She does not try and does not do, simple answers to what I do. Am I? Are you? Are we? Are we to finally be left alone? What do I have to atone? For these evil things I have done, when will I realize what I have done? Can I die? Can I do? Can I see? Can seeing eyes and prying hands cope with all these damned demands? When I do not know my name will she come to tame? The eye? The who? The me? The meaning escapes me and I'm left to wonder why. As I unwind this mystery, what will be?

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