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Feb 2019
My words disappear more often than not
Lost in a sea made of thought
Though i try retain the little i can
Everyday it gets harder to stand
Metaphors and sarcastic tones
Replace the smiles that called my lips home
My poems have lost the flare of my mind
The words will soon be lost to time
I've given my all and have little left
My greatest love has made the greatest theft
Maybe its all manifested inside
And all of my confusion is based on a lie
My heart is a mess and covered in webs
Smothered to the point where i no longer draw breath
Built to survive I don't need to live
Just get through the night to fake another grin
Hunter Taylor
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Hunter Taylor  22/M/Birmingham, AL
(22/M/Birmingham, AL)   
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   Em MacKenzie
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