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Aug 2016
I lose myself
deep in thought.
Still I took
what darkness brought.
A war commenced,
my mother fought.
She lost her grip,
her soul was caught.
Here I am,
a dark brainstorm.
A silhouette set still
waiting to take form.

Seems like everyone is fighting but me.
I could be anyone in another reality.

Wish I could take a pill
and be invincible.
Takes power to make everyone incredible.
I'm an animal
without instinct.
Potential in a lockdown precinct.
Yet I swim through the deep end
from the end back to the beginning.
I will find my purpose for living.
Rest in paradise, mother.
TYRAN
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TYRAN  22/M/In my head.
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