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Josh
I could blame you for so many things
In my head
I think I do
They made me go to a shrink
Forced me to ride thirty-five minutes every Tuesday night
Made me draw a picture of a frowning face on construction paper
"How does that make you feel?"
It made me hate them
In my head
I think I do
I won't see you again
I've never believed in something less than God
My brain rejects the idea that death is the beginning of something beautiful
There are times, many times
That I think they think that makes me a monster
But the thought of every cell in your body replenishing what is still here
And every element cycling back through life
Is beautiful enough for me
In my head
I think I do
They made me go to a shrink
Forced me to ride thirty-five minutes every Tuesday night
Made me draw a picture of a frowning face on construction paper
"How does that make you feel?"
It made me hate them
In my head
I think I do
I won't see you again
I've never believed in something less than God
My brain rejects the idea that death is the beginning of something beautiful
There are times, many times
That I think they think that makes me a monster
But the thought of every cell in your body replenishing what is still here
And every element cycling back through life
Is beautiful enough for me
Published 19th Oct 2016
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19th Oct 2016 3:55am
Excellent. The third stanza: "It made me hate them/ In my head/I think I do" Do you mean for there to be doubt whether you hate them? In any case, I see a necessity for the stanza being as it is, or like it is. Excellent.
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19th Oct 2016 9:24am
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