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Aug 2016
I pull out my teeth one by one
My hair falls to the floor
My bones ache and muscles sore
A transformation down to the core
Old thoughts old feelings fade away
Reborn to a new world a new day
I conform to meet their needs
But my ears begin to bleed
The sound that begins to lead
Me into the garden of Adam and Eve
Under the tree I do believe
That if I pray
I may leave that life of yesterday
And keep my demons almost at bay
Section by section
Piece by piece
You rip me apart
I put myself back
A transformation
From you rubble my new creation
Analytical skitzo
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Analytical skitzo  28/M/Sacramento
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