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Jan 2019
1:47 AM

My eyes lay wide open, conscious won’t let me sleep.
I’m new to this silent killer,
Before I shut this world off I’m seeing,
                   I'm already soaking up the pitch black,

Yes. It’s my dirtiest pleasure creeping up again.

One more attempt to connect with my subconscious,
But the hatred within is so beautiful!
Born with no voice,
Words is the only choice I have.

… Her Words… Birthed my soul.

Project story in the making, please let me know what you think and feel free to message me!
Manuel Hutchinson
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Manuel Hutchinson  22/M/Pompano beach FL
(22/M/Pompano beach FL)   
     M-E, Micrography-Mike D and Fawn
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