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Feb 2012
I would like to invite you in to my brain...soft tissue....I dont believe a word that you are saying...Trust issues...That corner over there I store my pain...joy fizzles...and the half with blood stains..*** pistols...I would love to tell you that I'm sain...mental issues...Nobody really enjoys their stay...so I'll miss you...# mybrain2007
Wont you take a trip in my mind...Ice cold..The marvelous things you will find...starting to fold...Just when I though it was fine...love was sold....Out of the trees craved of pine...burried my soul...Without she who gave me time...No one to hold...bending my spin... laid in the bed alone, hittin the road...Emptiness Is what you will find...Swallowed me whole...#mymind2008
I want you to watch a film on my heart...Dead Rising...As This beast called love rips it apart...Non remaining....No warning, No signs, just a start...slow racing...they call death like this an art...Dorian's painting...I just couldn't look at my heart...blind filming...As heart beats fell off the chart...your dying...No added sugar taste ****...bad mixing...Its hard to tape together a heart...retaping..... #myheart2009
Looking at me what can you see...a man...laughs at a boy probably...still using his hand...Cuz it hard for the superfical to believe...That love is the plan...Outside viewing of me...Catching a tan...Thats about all you fit your baskets shallow B...finding sand...Cuz that aint nothing solid G...As it falls right through your hands... Buliding on stability.. searching for land... In this shot economy...****** people joining bands... #mylife2010
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Quentin Briscoe
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