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Sep 2016
Humanity is a ****** up fiend
looking for it’s next score…

I think I just tore
whatever there was left to tear.

Please put me back in your stare,
I do not mind if you glare.

My righteousness was not enough to keep me here,
nor you there.

I wish I didn’t have to find it this hard to care…

...I could never be an untrue phrase;
you would lie to save your face
for a friend who will leave you
before your final days.

Do you care?
Not in the least.

Did I?
Only when I could gaze upon your personal space…

Fracture and harmed,
another passer by with something to say.

Everything is wrong,
nothing is left undisplayed.

Thank you for your time of day
I thought yours’ precious...

on the other hand,
mine IS a waste.
Jurtin Albine
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Jurtin Albine  26/M
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