Sometimes I indulge in vice...
Sometimes I'm far from nice...
And that is what you feel..
But that is how I heal.
The sun did not shine...
And I needed to pine...
You could not help but assume...
You went and had me entombed.
Though now I am trapped...
All buried and strapped...
Things could not hide...
Things are now left wide...
All is open...
All is good...
All is restored...
And all shall be mine.
- Thanyarat Komolsingsakul
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