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Dec 2014
society tries to label me
mallet me, with no jurry
peers pressure me, but when face with thier problems , scurry in a hurry, to avoid the face that truly knows them.

People aviod me, yet call me out,
but if they lived in my head they would know whos pain can make a fist clentch with regret and eyes roll in disrespect,
my sanity is runned by the bottle,
i try to stay calm, but i just press forward to later look back and shout
my regards to all that was never part of my scars but shouldΒ Β been because my life lessons are just that hard.

Love is ****, but easily replaced, friends come and go, but what you said to those in the bottom will be remembered, words in the air you cant erase.

I learn to trust myself, love myself, fear myself,
cause onlyΒ Β i can build and destroy.
Linguist Musician
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Linguist Musician  orlando
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