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Aug 2015
Living in a drought
A desert surrounds
I walk lost, in thirst
Each minute, getting worse
There's so much to put out
Yet when I speak, there's no sound
Just me standing on empty land
And a whole load of thoughts packed
They're waiting for me, I don't know who
It wouldn't even matter if I knew
All I know is that fear shouldn't stop me.
But I gave in, the fear of fear got to me.
So here I am, living through a drought
A desert and confusion is all around
So much thirst and nothing to put out
And not knowing what the hell this is about.
an old poem i found in my writing, i was going thru some bad writer's block
l i z a
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l i z a  compton, ca
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