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Aug 2016
I'm frustrated fury. The devils advocate, a rigged jury.
The beast inside is trying to take me every.
Every minute, everyone, everywhere I don't want to be.
Every wink from a bb, I double take as the rush of blood flushes me.
I remember all that has been taken away.
That love...oh that love. Too painful to face now.
Forever gone, they say today is the new dawn.
A dawn I never asked for.
Can I just float?
Take this gravity away. Stop this misanthrope.
Strangling my will. Drowning to ****.
I still rise every morning, to start my day boring.
I keep trying, hoping and crying.
I can feel peeks of my former self.
Sunshine fills my chest, even as my back aches, happiness I ***** to manifest.
At this point I can't say how the story will end. I'm tired, and lonely.
Why won't my body mend?
Please listen to the spoken word at https://soundcloud.com/user-661452372/lonely
Chris Hutchison
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Chris Hutchison  40/M/Vancouver
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