I'm crying writing these words
These words make me cry.

Thinking of all these things
That made you want to

I can't begin to imagine
All that you've been through.

I 'spose I'll have figure it out from here.

And though a lonely place to be

At least I'm being me.

It's cyclical
Repeat me now it's cyclical

Repeat me now, it's futile

Refutal is ruin

Repeat now

Should we entertain irrational thoughts?

Is there magic here?