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Jan 2019
I was youthful then,
My expectations and understanding of the world,
not in the slightest developed.
To me.
The immensity of a common situation,
Perhaps,
One you take for granted,
Put my mind, body and soul in peril.
Weird how time develops a mind.
Youth searching for answers,
Does.
One day find the keys to his doors.
For many of mine were locked,
but light doth shine fuller and brighter each time the key turns.
In those days,
It is most unfortunate the limited expanse of my mind;
For if I had been more developed,
the severity of such a situation would have been extinguished with care.
And diligence.
One can not conceptualize HELL,
Unless one has lived it.
Situations exist where evil lies,
We must do our best not to disturb his slumber.
He sources the weak.
The undisciplined.
Those who cherish raw emotion and think only of pain.
Such was my experience...
and try i have,
to forget the days where I burned inside;
my brains melting outside my head,
spinning,
falling,
crashing into the depths.
TBDutton
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TBDutton  31/M/Buckeye
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