As I sit by amidst storms threatening to overwhelm
I break resolves over and over
But at some point the hilarity of it all dosent cease to amuse
What seems desolate is just an illusion
I tell myself
But the sensible side knows I cant keep this up much longer
Isnt easy to break free of crutches
Better do it sooner than later
Independence is the key
Anything more is a bonus
Working for bonuses is what finally happens
Over and over again.... breaking resolves
The independence to be in love with myself takes a back seat again
As the loneliness looms larger than life
Face it, is the answer
No more crutches....get away from them
No more bonus treats for the momentary satisfaction
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