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Apr 2016
Swinging back and forth in my headspace
Picking and choosing what my tongue says
In my brain, there is always a battle to be won
Unsure of causing trouble or of having a little fun
Seconds tick by and then minutes turn to hours
These thoughts, they grow into beautiful broken flowers
John
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John  28/M/New York
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