jesse-hunterWhisper

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Sober mindIt's been Everest to climb to obtain this sober mind of mine. / Hi don't I know you? Vague recollection of time so long ago. / The greatest battle to ever rage is the one that's locked up in this bone contrived cage.
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Jul 10, 2013
Hey GirlHey girl, it's been a long long time. / Hey girl, I hope you're doin fine. / Hey girl, ya know you've been on my mind.
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Jul 10, 2013
America land of greed home of the *****Your t.v. is the enemy, selling lies, *** and material nonsense. / A box of greed, *** and violence in the home of every man, woman, Silence! I'm trying to watch this! / One is never enough, not for us, more, more, more, we want more says the little girl selling cell phones.
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May 15, 2013
InsperationMy friend you've once again inspired me, LADB! This energy, this poetic symmetry, this talent, this gift that you posses, possess me. / I look to your words as I know you do mine, rely on visions that come from our engines, and by that I mean our minds. / Our self destruction and God's good Grace brought us together, at a time of renewal, and a strange new place.
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May 10, 2013
a talk with God (Lord's Prayer)Our Father, which art in heaven, / Hallowed be thy Name. / Thy Kingdom come.
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May 3, 2013
Last GoodbyeWe've been through this all before, I refuse to live this life with you anymore. / I've given you my everything, and you took all without a word. / You've left me broke, homeless, and sick, nothing is worth all of this hurt.
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May 2, 2013
the divine lierHe's always there, filling my mind full of lies, lies I want to hear, drawing me near, paralyzing my soul with fear. / These sick thoughts are not my own, born from a mind that is not mine, but a wickedness of the unholy divine. / Suddenly stricken with the realization that these very lines shouldn't be written, like a vampire victim I've been bitten.
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May 1, 2013
lonely nightsThese lonely nights, just don’t feel right. / Times like this there is no sight of feeling like everything is warm and tight. / The way you felt when you where young and mom tucked you in bed at night.
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May 1, 2013
Cross sectionsCross sections of my affections, leads me in my own direction. / So far away, an akin time a different day, a similar feeling that’s just not the same. / So believe in a memory, and let confusion remain, to take its place.
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May 1, 2013
what is truly scary?As I stare back at myself I know all this pain, and all the shame came from the lame, and now has become a perminate stain in the picture frame that is my life. / Tossing and turning all night, tryn’ to fight, all the demons that come to me even in the daylight. / My stomach turns and my soul burns at the thought of all the constant worry that I’ve fir-minted in the mist of constant bad decisions.
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May 1, 2013
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