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Feb 2019
How did I get this far?
Distorted vision
Collision for some sense
Love that I didn’t remember when I slept
Could’ve forgotten the tears that been wept
Regret to be swept
Socially inept when I ponder about my end

man in the mirror
who else can I depend on?

wipe the thoughts from my mind to "be" a little clearer

once upon
a time
rewind
no lexicon

to describe

my love beyond the stars up above

                         para ti

out and about with no doubt in my steps
out to test the handles to manifest
                                   (ideasoutthefuckingdomeandIsaythatwithmychest)

excuse the ego, it's probably best


(sometimes I feel like I'm living like I'm holding on to the weakest set of limbs)



when the chances are thin, nothing to limn


reach within your inner vim







sitting here before work

10:31 am

I go in at 11


haven't gotten dressed yet

drinking coffee

listening to music

about to get my **** in


tonight I might get some ***** in


but recently the tears make me feel like I'm



losing.....


but that's just.... overthinking



what am I thinking?


I need to get ready for dat werk werk

racetrac clerk clerk


putting in that fookin werk werk


crazy **** ****

dunk my nuts on your face like I'm dirk dirk

okay I'm going to get ready




                 now

mu...




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David Bojay
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David Bojay  Dallas
(Dallas)   
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