Sometimes,
The best is out to get me.
One time,
I couldn't hold on forever.
You tried,
To have a choice in the matter.
Likely,
I had a source of desire.
No more,
Not even sometimes.
Publicity,
When I need productivity.
I wish,
For disappearing.
Or vanishing acts.
Contained is my pride.
Restrained is my voice.
My temptation,
Is based on evolution.
This is real suffering,
These tears in motion.
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