When I get that feeling
That there really is
Something
Missing
I tell myself that I don't need
To slice myself open
Just to bleed
To be captured
Just because I think I'm being freed
I remind myself
Of all the times
That I enthusiastically agreed
To gluttonously feed
A stupidly selfish need
Of all the times
I tried to plant the seed
And allowed it to grow
Above lust and greed
Of all the hearts that bleed
I tell myself that I don't need
To run with the stampede
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