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Sep 2015
I'm speaking honestly through this poetry, 'cause I want all of you to get close to me...


I speak words that need to be spoken, for the broken, its a task I take because I know someone needs a break, sick of all the fake smiles, I just wanna breath easy for a while, but it's ******* the lungs like an asthmatic trying to run for fun, it takes the joy out of something hes meant to enjoy.

My conscious ignored the cation signs, of selflessness, its disastrous but the reaper is dining on my soul and to him it's so ******* delicious.
Tristen
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Tristen  San Antonio, Texas
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