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still.. 2

still.. 2
Still..
Situated in my comfy spot.
Feeling feelings I'd rather not.
Dampening down all of the pain
I won't be moved works to restrain
Filtering out through hard won will
Folks wont tolerate the volume I fill
Inside in and kept safe from deed
Doing nothing under knee jerk need.
Passion though leaks to the top
Drives me on, and wont let me stop
Considering the rage, that I subsume
The sorrow and dire warnings of doom
I will wait, right here, in my comfy spot.
I wont be moved by the feelings I have got.
Still...
Hurts though.