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Sometimes I am Filled with a Sadness Beyond Reason

1. It is hard to write love songs
when you're angry

It's hard to think anything
when the walls are thin as paper

It's hard to make Christmas
when you're crying
and feuding

And crying silently
because the walls are thin
thin as paper

It's easy to cut yourself
when you are working
and working against
against your own hatred

It's all gone
it's always all gone
but pain fills you.

2. Walls as thin as paper
wind like a house turning
‘sorry we'd rather’ like dislocation
pain like memory
love like a bus at the terminus.