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Feb 2018
Nothing kills man faster than his own head
Am i alive or is this just living dead ?
Convoluted discussions with the strangers in attendance
Im trying to tell you whats wrong but my mental is just bleeding lead

My soles hurt from walking , im a forsaken nomad
Im not the only only grieving here , even my shoes look sad
Im back in control of my mind
But my words are still mixed up (NOT)
Im thinking what i mean
But im saying lies that will probaly get me caught
I will most likely never be what you see on the inside
My body , this system is good at telling lies
Are you aware that we bleed the same ?
We both struggle with semiternal pain
And looks of disdain ….

To be continued ….
Unfinished Ode
the wallflower
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the wallflower  17/F/California
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