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Sep 2015
THE GRASS BENDS
IT BENDS
THE GRASS BENDS
IT BENDS BUT WHY CANT I FEEL
FEEL LIKE GRASS I AM NOT GRASS
THE WIND BLOWS IT BLOWS
BUT I CAN NOT FEEL THE WIND GIVE ME RELIEF
IM SWEATING AND EXHAUSTED BUT THE WIND IS NOT THERE
WHY CANT I BE WITH THE MOUNTAINS
WHY CANT I BE WITH THE WATER FALLS
I POUR
THE WEIGHT
THE ACH
EVERYTHING I FEEL IS SORE
GRASS IS GRASS AND A MAN IS A MAN
A MAN IS DEPENDENT ON THE OTHER AND YET PEOPLE STILL ARNT HUMBLE
I FEEL WHAT I FEEL I DON'T FEEL YOU
EVERYTHING IS SO STRONG EVERYTHING IS EVERYTHING THE VOICES I HEAR I HEAR I HEAR I HEAR I HEAR I HEAR I HEAR THEY ACH MY HEAD THEY HUMILIATE MY STATE
IM NOT IN CHARGE
THE MAN YOUR'RE SPEAKING WHAT ARE YOU SAYING I CAN'T FEEL I CANT FEEL
EXPRESSION IS THE DIGESTION OF FILTERED DEPRESSION ON THE OVER ROMANTIC BENGE THAT SEEPS INTO US WHEN WE EXPERIENCE BREATHING
A BREATH
A BREATH
BREATHING
I CANT DIGRESS THE BREATH I BREATH HUMILIATED BY EVERYTHING MOVING
EVERYTHING IS MOVING
EVERYTHING IS MOVING
I FEEL
I FEEL  
I FEEL EVERYTHING MOVING
THE CARS
THE CHILDREN
THE ANGER
THE POLITICS
GUNS
RELIGION
CULTURE
CULTURE
CULTURE
ITS MAKING ME INSANE AND I PRAY I PRAY I PRAY I PRAY I PRAY VOICES STOP YOUR INTERRUPTING WHAT I NEED TO SAY
ITS GRASS
IT BENDS
THE GRASS
IT BENDS
THE GRASS BENDS
BENDS
BENDS
BENDS
BENDS
BENDS
BENDS
BENDS
BENDS
BENDS
BENDS
BENDS
BENDS
BENDS
BENDS
Ryan Lindsey
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