a twinge of pain now a shudder of disgust as i shield my eyes from my own memory

[empallin]

unrelated and imcoplete chunks that should probably be chunked

im living a lie
that i will live that dream
that i always dream
that will be my last
and these delusions of candor
only grow grander

i am happy to know
you are so happy
but i wont be heartbroken
to find out you are

doing more than you should
too smart for your own good
merry meats and happy feats
witch is the finer points