Seems like this place is so familiar.
Seems like being strong should mean you have less weakness.
Seems like that shouldn't matter.
Seems like a lot of the wrong stuff seems to matter.
Seems like there are ups and downs, but then more downs.
Seems like it should be easier to tell the truth.
Seems like we should be getting better at this by now.
Seems like it never stops.
Seems like it never ends.
Seems like it's one thing but it is actually quite another thing.
Seems like I keep finding myself in the seams. In the spaces. Where the stitches are what hold things together.
Seems like the stitches are holding the seams. Holding the seems. Holding them together. For now.
Ah, the seems. keeping us so far apart from the togethers... all appearances to the contrary... well done, again. sheesh.
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