I’ve swallowed my pride so much it’s nearly inedible.

Incredible how I keep coming back for more.

I fall on my sword, push a stone up a hill.

Wear my heart on my sleeve, yet I am shirtless.

Unguarded, unprotected, I am naked.

I feel hard because I often feel nothing.

Seek purpose because I often have nothing.

Seek connection because I often have no one.

I could be right, but I am always left.

Why so often abandoned?

Why has no one yet stayed planted?

I drive myself crazy, a deer in headlights.

I am aimless, a shot in the dark.

You were a shot in the arm.

I need a shot in the heart.

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