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It's the strangest thing, you know, staring in the foyer room of walmart, a world between worlds, staring at the the missing persons billboard in a little awe in a little confusion those that got mixed up in the wrong **** in the wrong trip with the wrong people in the wrong house on the edge might be forgotten by all except their family death at their door mocking them what a life in a way but not really too much raw and short term - low pay out - investment fear, death, and silence then the most disturbing noise of all many pass right by in fact all pass by heading in to what to where? to life, no that automatic door leads staight to hell too hell and back to nowhere and back all images, small sufferings hiding behind cheapness in and out without a care and this billboard the final nail in the cross no blood too extreme and real for blood just one, and one more that grabs at it soft tears coming through eyes eyes that care and cuddle for the good times to exist again poor gal im not quite there yet so I go inside hoping to gain some perspective knowing that I never will until I see a face one that is know on that board maybe then maybe then
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Aug 2, 2016
Aug 2, 2016 at 8:03 PM UTC
Maybe Then, Maybe Then
It's the strangest thing, you know, staring in the foyer room of walmart, a world between worlds, staring at the the missing persons billboard in a little awe in a little confusion those that got mixed up in the wrong **** in the wrong trip with the wrong people in the wrong house on the edge might be forgotten by all except their family death at their door mocking them what a life in a way but not really too much raw and short term - low pay out - investment fear, death, and silence then the most disturbing noise of all many pass right by in fact all pass by heading in to what to where? to life, no that automatic door leads staight to hell too hell and back to nowhere and back all images, small sufferings hiding behind cheapness in and out without a care and this billboard the final nail in the cross no blood too extreme and real for blood just one, and one more that grabs at it soft tears coming through eyes eyes that care and cuddle for the good times to exist again poor gal im not quite there yet so I go inside hoping to gain some perspective knowing that I never will until I see a face one that is know on that board maybe then maybe then
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Aug 2, 2016
Aug 2, 2016 at 8:03 PM UTC
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