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Oct 2017
Everyone absorbs the emotions
like the pores soaking dew up.
Overflow! Overflow! Runs down the cup.
Drips flowing, falling.Wild commotion.

Nights like theses, only few
Anger radiates like bursts of rays from the sun
Tears of fear, scurry and flee for the open.
Only this can source from a pit of compassion for you.

The mix of people bellow the words "They CAN'T change it"
That may be, however are the deceptive mind games innocent too?
"YOU did this to ME. I am going to **** myself because of YOU."
A punch much more than a painful blow,more like a life shattering hit.

The trembles,violently shaking of emptiness.
In one flash of an innocence, the roles reverse
Child cut by icy cold lyrics rehearsed
Each fraud affection emphasized in every verse

My youthful eyes sought to help
The purest bits of my love induced soul reached out.
You flooded my life with responsibilities, rarely a shout
With age, shadowed by wisdom of what you were really about.

Child lost in a hazy mist of false love.
You used your forgiving child as a door mat.
Wiped your feelings all over my heart,
Stomped on my childhood,
And left me in the dust.
Damaged Goods
Celeste
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Celeste  U.S
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