i write to enlight myself to survive the path i chose to have in life so i scream please who could hear? or see? or relate to the kid who hides alone at the break high on the steps that are made from within his soul and craved in an art form so he could have a home to bear the storm coming to reform the norms of his instincts Masked so he keeps distant Blind trying to keep a link with the Mystics and it works since it's from within the layers of the skin that makes my head spin every time i remember where i have been.
Words Of Harfouchism
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