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Dec 2015
I feel like
I'm apart of a family
at the psych ward.
All my brothers and sisters
are spiritual freak shows.
Am I the shiniest one?

**** ****, I love you,
forever in a day, I want
to pray my head away.
What's left is too depressing
to sort out in the current
situation I happen to be
situated in, baby.
we glow like aliens
in the moon's naked eye,
white blossoms, haha...
AJ
Written by
AJ  Fort Lauderdale
(Fort Lauderdale)   
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   Cecil Miller
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