All sorts of productive,
Shifting focus on me and not you, because of what I keep allowing myself to go-through
pulling closer to the farthest truth, you and, I are through.
Graveled assortments of miscommunication fall to my face like rain,
I've now cleaned my regime of a disrespected theme,
and refocused to maximize gain.
Walking around the streets of acceptance, skipping rocks across the ideal and surreal, channeling solid emotions that-at-one-point- started to peel,
now I can pull in the respect I GIVE.
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