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May 2015
why do people live in the past? what's so good about the past? nostalgia ain't nothing but a element you cannot grasp. something you couldn't clasp
why you tripin? why you mad? who hurt you so bad? was it in the past?
I bet this is why you hate this much, because it couldn't outlast
sometimes you act like a bluff
trying to remember the thing you felt nostalgia for, the unconditional love
the unconditional trust, the unconditional what?
foreign to my vocabulary when all I do is build my walls up
not to hide, or isolated myself from the outside stuff
but just to keep myself safe when reality decides to catch up

Catch up to what? I've been at the same point for years on end repeating myself
depending on but "Him" but even he can't find a remedy book to help me cure myself
at times you get tired of asking, man I don't need your help
I'm lowkey dying bc of me who's gonna help me help myself?
i get caught up w/ the rich kids from the west side
redirect to the truth but even gps' can misguide
I'll say it again, wait no I can't because my brain's fried
tried to accumulate the words that's been said, access denied
but
I like staying in the past because it's a place where I knew simplicity could last
it's a place I could contrast with now, and look way back when
when I knew who I was, when I had real friends
when I knew my place between the complexity in the text
and when I wrote how I felt and I wasn't perplexed
when I loved myself and my individuality
I guess I got stolen by the media and the kidnapper is reality

- k.o.
KIO
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KIO  USA
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