I write too many poems saying the same thing
over and over and over again
And I would like to think being self-aware makes up for it somehow
But in all the oddness I spew
Not much of it is salvageable, I'm afraid
But I may as well keep writing
Since I don't know what else to do
I'd like to push myself to the brink of something extraordinary
But at this moment, I just need to focus on recuperation
Which results in much repetition
Though that should change soon
At least I'm hoping that will be the case
Sorry, love
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