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Jun 2018
How do I push away the ones who love me the most?
And for what? A burning bush and a chat with a ghost?
Engrossed in the outermost region of thought.
I’ve seen quite a lot; believe it or not.
I sought therapy to discuss my problems
but my trust issues make it tough to solve them.
I must admit the moment we kissed
the world and its the chaos didn’t exist.

© Matthew Harlovic
You can hear me rap this poem here: https://soundcloud.com/outtatune-1/the-philosophers-zone
Matthew Harlovic
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Matthew Harlovic  27/M/Oak Park
(27/M/Oak Park)   
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