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Aug 2015
This time around
it slips and slides
and falls about....still....motionless
on movie screen

Thoughts of doubt
they creep about
and slip right through
every single crack....
Leading to you

I took the pill
and still i show no signs
of it helping me,
Only changing me,
Recreating me

I am better now?

These are symptoms
You cannot bargain with me
I am not the devils son
only underspoken

I am in disbelief
your constant rhetoric
generally makes me sick
You are honest words
from sharpened tounge
Matthew Walsh
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Matthew Walsh  United States
(United States)   
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