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Dec 2015
A racing mind, a focused gaze.
Tarnished thoughts, a filthy haze.
Pick me up and dust me off, leave me on the floor.
For i cant look at your eyes anymore.
They make me weak, take my speech.
Remind me of who i used to be.
An optimist, a crazy dreamer.
Not this non believer.
Growth.. take my life, if it resets my age.
Antonio
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