looking at the ceiling,
i see the fan moving.
thinking about things,
and complication life brings.
this place is a mess,
still I expect no less.
It's my mistake, I agree,
drowning my heart in the sad sea.
its broken and can't be repaired,
and now it's scared.
it needs nobody and just true people,
nobody to prick on it like an eagle.
it needs somebody, not completely perfect,
but for whom it never regrets.
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