I'll be good
I'll do... whatever I should

I'll ignore the imagined chaotic
and the perceived pain... all idiotic

My tired face will fake my expression
as best I can, and never lessen

I'll be good
understood?

It's as though the entirety of the matter in front of me comes into play only when I can't see where it's going...
umm... something, something... rowing.

Seriously though
I'll give it my all
cling to, and saw through that almost fallen bough
as though I was calmly expecting myself to fall

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