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May 2018
The way you walk that’s me
The way you talk thats me
The reason your up past dawn
With an hour of sleep
On the brink of losing your mind
Urges of drugs
And thirst for a burning drink
You’d take anything to unwind
Yes indeed that’s me
Im the reason you seem to drown in the tears
I can’t tell if it’s courageous
Or dangerous
You think you have no fears
But a man who fights his emotions
And holds back his tears
Clearly still feels
Yes
You’re cold now
But who do you think molded you this way
You’re my personal entertainment
My mud
My clay
If you were to rush into battle
I’d be your sword
And your shield
Let’s face it, you’re only you because of me
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devante moore  24/M
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