There was a date and time for nonsense and this was it,
for very long periods of time,
they believed me to be a good person,
one with a weighted conscience for items other than transgressions,
and you were right,
But you said I suffered from a magnetism to morbidity,
and that sounded like a fancy way for saying I was not afraid of death,
but I was,
frighteningly so, in fact,
And maybe it was you that made no sense,
maybe you misunderstood my fears for fears of your own,
I did not like to close my eyes,
I knew they would be taking them from me one day,
but not today
You mistook everything for misery,
and that was the problem
I know better than you about these pains,
I did,
I had a sense about these things---
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