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Nov 2012
Losing all the inspiration;
The reason why I try.
I need myself a mind vacation;
Don't need a plane to fly.
Here I sit without a clue;
No rhythm and no beat.
Nothing will stick without the glue;
A trick without the treat.

The art without the eisle;
The beauty without the beast.
I never thought I'd lose my mind;
My motives in the least.
Positivity isn't present;
Happiness holiday.
Good vibrations took its toll;
But misery here to stay.
Optimism should've been my friend;
Good fortune was my savior.
Negativity shall bring it to an end;
No matter my behavior.

Perhaps there is a single soul;
To bring me from my demise.
Filling up an empty hole;
From underground i'll rise.
From me to you, lets sail away;
In the tide of your ocean eyes.
Brody Thompson
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Brody Thompson  22/M/Canada
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