You'd think I'm on a bed, let alone the brink.
Looking out all I see is unecessary.
Looking in all I find is caring.
The anger lestening from my self inflicted horrors.
The realisations of the judges and the lawyers.
In my mind only I'm to blame.
The search for another suitor all too easy.
The prevention of which, all too simple.
A little broken, a bit to mend.
Worth it all? We'll see in the end.
For now I'm hopeful.
Not so hard to be, in this calming lull.
Simple rhyming, for reasons unknown, the killers, human?
Throughout everything, i find it easy to see.
After all of this, there's more to perceive.
Much more.
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