Apr 2015

By Arcassin Burnham

I need an extra dose to cure my sanity,
But the doc was a jerk,
What was real? Losing myself and reality,
So I nearly went bizzerk,
Never bite the hand that feeds,
Memories got put to work,
Who am I to disagree,
On who I know and who knows my worth,
But it was so worth it on esponola street,
Tired of the hurt over writing words,
You can have it.

Free!!
Arcassin B
Written by
Arcassin B  19/M/Palm Coast , FL
(19/M/Palm Coast , FL)   
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     Dawn King, --- and Arcassin B
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