Tying a knot to the end of my rope, and holding on.
older now, better now.
at hiding pain and hurt. and the stone in the gut.
the outside aint cracking no more.
even when the inside is being eaten up by insecurities.
I will never be a second you.
I keep drawing parallels to both.
I hate it how I let my thoughts mess.
and it's obvious in my dreams.
9:43 PM