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Jul 2018
I Came To A Point & Breathing Was Pain,
Lame What's The Point Let Me Rot In The Rain.

I Sought To Find Answers
Thought Answers Would Fill Me,
Answers Made Questions So Now I'm Like **** Me!

Say I'm Sarcastic I'm Caustic Pure Plastic,
Say What Is True But Don't Be Too Drastic,
I Am Not You So You Say I'm Elastic,
Better Than Blue But I Feel Fantastic.

**** Of The Walk Yes I Am A Mastiff,
Put That Glock In His Mouth & I Might Just Blast It,
Make A Curse For The Ages But I Will Not Cast It.
Hate Is Too Late Because I Will Out Last It,
Your Weight Is Not Fate 'Cause I've Out Classed It.
Harry Roberts - Caustic Pure Plastic © 21/07/18
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Harry Roberts  23/M/Between despair and joy
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