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Jul 2017
How come the only time
I feel real is when I cry?
Stick me in the freezer
and forget me for a while.
Let me perpetually die
via frostbite til my colors
go from blue to a darker hue
you wouldn't recognize.
Maybe then I'd find the piece of mind
I've long denied.
Maybe then I'd feel alive.
If I told you I loved you
it wouldn't be a lie
Truth be told I wouldn't
get the words out fast enough
and by the time they came your way the earth would have turned
and your world changed.
So I sit in place with this
dumb look up on my face
while my heart beats itself
to death inside its cage.
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what a waste
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     Slur pee, ---, Rainswood and Ruzica Matic
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