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May 2018
A Simple Shoe
He yells
And she nags.

It's pointless
To argue.

But they don't see what I see.

I see them go over the top
Like if someone had just murdered someone
But in reality someone just stole a simple shoe.

And that simple shoe was mine,
Yes I know
It's just a shoe
But do they know?

No.

They don't hear what I hear.

All this screaming for the same outcome,
The same results.

Silence.
β€œNormal”.
They are just blinded by there true selfs.
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   Johnny Scarlotti
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