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Oct 2018
Lonely So Worthless,
A Wanderer Hearthless,
If Home Holds The Heart,
We're All Lacking A Part.

If Houses Made Homes Then We'd Never Cry,
Sleepiness Rouses So One Day We Try,
Hope Held In Hands So The Wings They Can Fly,
Nothing I Knew When The Truth Was Held High.

How We're So Fragile,
We Snap We're Not Agile,
We're Glass & We Shatter,
Despite All That Matters.

If Roads Lead To Riches,
I'd Rip Out My Stitches,
Then Smack All The *******,
Forget All The Snitches.

But That's Not The Story,
The Truth Is More Gory,
Sweat Blood For Some Glory,
Personal **** (.) & I'll ***** Me.

Dead Inside Is The Raw Me,
Instead Of Life It Just Bores Me,
Raw Nothing Better Hit My Core Please,
Bottle Is Empty But He Still Pours Me.

He & His Name Is I,
Reflected The Truth Cannot Lie,
Breath Is Released In A Sigh,
Lonely But I Cannot Cry.
Harry Roberts - Wanderer © 07/10/18
Harry Roberts
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Harry Roberts  23/M/Between despair and joy
(23/M/Between despair and joy)   
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