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Mar 2017
I’m no Betty boop I’m not the prettiest bird around
so it’s hard to explain how I deal with the daily pressures, these writings are my mask, I hide behind the words and pour my heart out hoping to be heard out, I’m not looking for attention I just want recognition.
Right now I don't know what to do because I prefer the dark cold alone nights with nothing but the moon my music and my words which I dot cross and dash out, the world is my canvas and my mind is the pen which I use to express my pain,
I’m not sure if you'll understand but I had to give up everything because this voice within my head destroys everything I touch, I can't hold like she wants me to cause I might ruin her good soul,
But I need somebody, I’m not just the perfect somebody,
I look around and see the pretty girls wondering if they see me, I look around and see fast cars wondering if I’ll have more than one,
I look at myself and wonder why I’m so an understood am I doing something wrong or am I doing everything wrong, I know it's one of the two, am I deep? Or am I just one of the few?
emotional writer but I feel nothing except this numb feeling, I’m not sure if you'll understand but this pain is within and it’s the only feeling I know, I might be hurting I might be loving it still feels the same
Zeus
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Zeus  20/M/Lusaka, Zambia
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