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Mar 2016
Coming at me from left to right, all at once hard and fast, confusing and mysterious. They form a cage around me, keeping me from ever getting out. Consuming me, devouring my thoughts of happiness. They take the form of a language i can not read like ancient hieroglyphics. They beat me until i cry, until i give in. I'm drowning and there's  no one around to save me. The questions of what, why, how, and maybe if flood my head. Weighing me down as time passes by, i cant seem to escape this endless tragedy. So maybe its time i let her go. Realize and visualize, to float away and hope, maybe ill write her a note. Of what i felt and what i dealt. The signs all point to you but yours don't point to me.
Jonathan Michael Rodriguez
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Jonathan Michael Rodriguez  Florida
(Florida)   
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