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May 2015
I walk through life alone
Absent emotion
Face set like a stone
Through the dark I roam
Where I lay my head
Is where I call home
Could be here or could be there
Don't ask me to tell
Because I'm not sure where
My eyes a permanent stare
Cut me stab me I assure
You I don't care
I've been there before
Its no suprise when
Hurt beats down my door
Sure I can't take much more
But I'm alive and as so
I endure
Don't you look down on me
Sure I'm a ****** mess
In my blue jeans
Dont like it then don't look at me
I walk alone down this
Lightless street
The world's a barren place
And on every tree I
Still see her face
You don't know how bad that tastes
I laugh and smile
But hide my empty state.
Christopher Black
Written by
Christopher Black  New Hampshire
(New Hampshire)   
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