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this is one of those times 

when i cannot think of other 

but mess

 this is one of those times 

when i see what a contrary to the stars i can be

 this is one of those times 

when i sit on the corner of my bed 

and do self-pity

 I felt sorry for my left wrist 

because i am right handed, 

yes 

 this is one of those times 

but now i do different things

 when i am at this time 

 which is one of those times,

 those were the times i wrote 

but not letters but lines,

 i could not understand it 

 but it was painful 

 this is one of those times 

where, yes, it is still painful 

 so i write with letters 

i understand 

 this time, i read it after i write it,

 i may cry but not

 like one of those times 

 where it left me wounded,

 this time i understand more 

and i read it

 until i cannot feel it 

 until next time, 

                  like one of these times