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Feb 2018
I'm gonna' grind through this notepad like the nervous do their teeth
Ive become in love with this art because it's a part of me
Hard to see? No
Ill undress it with C notes
Approaching rap like it's yoga assuming a new pose, but please know..
That NOTHING ever works
       NOTHING ever comes to pass
     NOTHING ever hurts
And that's that pessimistic part of me that has no part in party scenes it's bothered since this mucus has slowly started hardening its hard to breath.
     But still the want to live never dies and when I do its "peace. Much love Fam. High five."
Deuces to the sky with no regrets,
Im falling through this funnel life creeps until its death,
I am here then i left..

A pointless mystery to many men.
We live like products to get placed and hide their needles in our skin.
Everybody run fast vast landscape, concrete, Modern day jungle right here where the bomb meets
The ground....
Jack Maxwell
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Jack Maxwell  26/M/The Expanse
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