Feeling those things I know to be true in my heart are feeling kind of false.
Understanding those things I know to be true in my heart are feeling kind of useless to anyone who doesn't live in my brain.
I guess my brain doesn't trust my heart.
This is bad for a body.
Langston said it best.
like a raisin in the sun?
Or fester like a sore--
And then run?
Does it stink like rotten meat?
Or crust and sugar over--
like a syrupy sweet?
like a heavy load.
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