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I could be a ******* prodigy
I don't think
anyone has been this blind
Without physically not being able to see
The mirrors don't show me
The knifes protruding from my back
Poets were created
       to emulate grandeur,
            whilst suffering the blues
I don't complain very often
But I hate being lonely
i wake up
shower
go to work
eat
come home
sleep alone
wake up
shower
go to work
eat
come home
sleep
wake up
drink
go to the bar
drink
buy drinks for the cute girl next to me
get rejected
drink a lot
go home
sleep
sleep
sleep
wake up
but why?
My name is my reason and reason is my aim
To make friends with my demons
and keep them all at bay
I write and I write for it is all I can do
I write what I want I don't aim to please *you
Happy?
this is the space between
being born and death

Many little deaths
along the way

death to self
most worthwhile

dying to live
in the midst of life
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