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Jul 2016
**** it, I'm lost, but hell, who isn't,
and every time I find myself they want something different,
I get it,
I've never been the one to tell the truth from a vision,
and every time I try to speak, they don't ******* listen,
not my fault, never try, just to be,
someone bigger than myself, don't you see,
I never really wanted to be anyone else but me,
surrounded by the people who are convinced that they see,
everything is meant to be, but they crack at the seams,
lost, but it's probably my fault,
considering I've never once considered myself tall,
in the middle of a fall,
I'm lost as ****,
but honestly don't care at all.
Mike Patten
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Mike Patten
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