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Jul 2016
Hatred and fears appearing real
what you know, it is not
Your mind is a knot, but can it be untied?

So let's climb aboard this vessel and set off on this river of red
even though you can't see the waterfall ahead so you can do something ******* stupid instead.

This vessel isn't sturdy, more like a canoe which clearly makes worse
what you plan to do,
Things seep in and also out, this is the part where you start to feel doubt,
And yet you paddle on, the wharf behind you is all but gone but you hope you won't be out for too long.

This thrill is only fake fun, but sadly, you'll only realize this once the damage is done.
Written by
Maxime  Boston, MA
(Boston, MA)   
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