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Nov 2018
I felt like remnants after they sent me to jail
But that feeling was fated
My eyes seared hotter once
More to the point
I'm not washed up,
Just disfigured
My new lackadaisical tumor
Different
An unexpected battle

Which is exciting,
If only I spun music to crowds
If only I used my edge to really touch human culture
But now it's rusting slowly
So sharpen this tool
And I do it daily.

I felt like remnants after jail
My body aches, and youth has sailed
I want
And then i wanted to say how I feel like maybe I should have gone to jail, but a part of me gets really, really angry at that idea and accepting that, because I have actually been quite mistreated by the system, but i was acting out, and it did force me to change. I don't know.
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