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Jul 2017
"I guess"
Brush the pain off with some sense
Drawing in blue...
Help myself look at what triggers my ego in past-tense

The air is dense, can barely walk through the present

             (let loose)
grabs ****

Nothing to do but to ******* to the image of you
Self-defeating, barely eating when you leave me with an empty seat

The emotions are dense

**** myself

                   for my expense
Can't make much from just existing

Walking down the street that deceits, finding less than what I'm worth
1 cent

To your god I don't repent, my mind I live to represent

Sad only for today
David Bojay
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David Bojay  Dallas
(Dallas)   
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