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May 2017
Some of me wants to scream
most of me wants to die
Devils climbing like monkeys
tearing all at my spine
Try to leave em behind
chasing after divine
When i wake from my rest
devils infest my mind
I heard existence is pain
i heard pain makes you strong
My lack of patience is ******
this narrow road is too long
To keep you my pride was tucked
draining myself of luck
Raining such heavy drops
straining in mud im stuck
Shallow is not the muck
screaming out what the ****
Breaking my housing walls
heading depressions call
Shaking the tree for fruit
waiting for some to fall
All of the fruit was rotten
by mistorturne im mauled.
Mark The Vagabond
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