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Mess

16/5/2018

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I used to think that everyone started a mess
And then just one day they were better
Like a switch flicked on, creating the best,
Person they could be.
And I wish it would happen to me.

I used to think that everyone started alone,
Then one day, someone came along, swooped you away,
And then together, you’d build a home,
And that was it,
And you got on with it,

I used to think that everyone started a mess,
And one day they were like, ‘not a mess’
Everything else would disappear, there’d be less
Bad, more good.
And you’d say
‘Oh, I’m a capable human’

But I’m not a mess, and I’m not completely together.
I’m not with someone, but definitely not alone.
I’ll happily exaggerate my successes,
And moan about my woes,
But if we don’t acknowledge we’re all messes,
We’ll never make that home.
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17/7/2023 12:37:05 am

I enjoyed reading your blog, thanks

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