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Nov 2018
Seneca customs shape the finest blend
'Dysthymia' I take because pain is my greatest friend

Gianna is my definition of enduring as I get shoved in the mud
I no longer rank the beauty or my hope to her statue I've loved
Maybe an ordinary angel I saw from afar thus saw abundant
I shouldn't count my chances as I'm now emotionally struck

Flounder God's love account and take out loans
Amount is lower than a world colder, I need a vest bold
Smoke coats my physical and metal form, lungs choke
Broker than the souls drinking the Pacific Ocean
They seem to believe all the fuzzy convoys croaking

Prepare to shelter yourself with the warm grass
War erupts in your mind so time to ask for mercy fast
Stacking a pile of paper when you are strapping words for asking
"God please raise me from the rapture until these people trap me"

A supplement of scriptures to finalize a pure soul
Society is shaky and crazy for lacking remorse for a home torn
Sticks and bricks dancing in the wavy flames
A deceased family was shot up through ISIS ways

I don't mean to go off topic
But a tear can be tasty to embrace the heavy logic
Anthony
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Anthony  20/M/Camden, NY
(20/M/Camden, NY)   
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