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Mar 2015
so this is it.
the ending.
the middle.
the beginning...I'm not sure
lately days have managed to blur my vision
I know no transition
I know dissociation
to pull myself from what is real
lately days run past in hyper speed breaking the wall between my sanity and the insane
and it aches when I think about it
confronting it in the cold confines of what I call my home
Mo Rojas
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Mo Rojas  Atlanta
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