We water the plants even after they die,
waste all our time in the helpless notion
of shooting around in blankets of fog,
eyes closed, shouting your name to no one.
There’s a horror story in here somewhere
but we are too apathetic to find it.
We can pick out our faults
enough to blame our parents,
why can’t we blame ourselves?
You, only you, can change yourself.
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