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Twisted Roads

It's all there is
I walk these paths
these twisted twisted roads
black on white, white on black
endless gray
stretching out into nothing
it's all twisted before me
behind me
I can't see past the next turn
maybe there's a drop
a pit
where I'll fall
onto the broken jagged rocks
want to stumble, stumble so bad
and break
finally break into
the millions of pieces
too many to put back together
I'll
take one
and
cut it out, cut it all away
make it finally stop
make it finally go away
I'm trying to hold it all together
with string and tape
like a broken rag doll
with all her stuffing coming out
I keep saying...
I'm ok
ok
really ok
.
.
.
but I'm not

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