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doesn't matter
that i want to understand,

i will never.


doesn't matter
that i sincerely care,

when
my heart
disagrees with surrender.


so let it ache,
let it strain,
let it scream,
let it complain--

it doesn't change,

it won't change.



a reality i valued,
which i thought
i was living

ceased to remain.



and i quietly opened new eyes.

yearning that i would see the same familiar scene
praying so damn hard it were merely just a dream...



but instead i reluctantly see,



in all of its filth, imperfection
beauty, sincereness
and even simply by its own existence,



a human,


exactly the same as i,
gazing away


far into the distance.