10:43 P.M.

As much I pretend, I want this to “end”

I hold on to destructive habits for dear life.

When i get bigger and inevitably sicker,

I will wish I have done differently with my self imposed strife.

 

Take it for now I am hourly proud,

Of the walls I’ve built up with my dirty hands.

The things I keep out, with greatness and stout,

Everything I promised will change.

 

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