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Jul 2017
You won't know
They don't know
I'm still suspended
In space, beautiful blooms deadheaded.

I couldn't flow
Couldn't write.
Blinders blocking sight,
Words unspoken in my throat,
A sea of death I wasn't afloat.
All that was lost was robbed

Left alone with with a heart that throbbed.

But I didn't understand,
Now I do,
All that rain reaps only more rain,
You must find fire for every droplet of water.
Find the inferno and burn to live,
Biologically driven, life's not yours to give.

You will breath,
You have your breathe,
You fight death
And will not leave.
You have choice
Just use your voice.
Heist PRT2 Is less cryptic with more personality.
Harry Roberts
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Harry Roberts  23/M/Between despair and joy
(23/M/Between despair and joy)   
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