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Jun 2019
Born with a true heart. Raised within love. Torn apart I find myself reachin to past the skys above. Drowned in love a bright visage turned cold 25 so young yet my image so shaken a fickle soul with time on my side but my eyes are my truth, my wisdom, and downfall my efforts boring, my trying old.. A downfall for all who look within me.. My facade will not hold..

Hatred within me for those thrown aside.. This earth in a process of a slow suicide you run to lies but what you truly despise is these mistruths in your eyes all mirrors comfort with these lies it's just a slow demise..

From yourself its so futile.. You cannot hide.. This is earth, humanity, and us. Mired in slow suicide.. We try to escape but we are our own fate..

You can never escape..

Submit and be you as love turns a gray hue.. I thought I was a saint as did you but hey, Mr. Devil guess we are just like you..

We are lonely, we are lost, the young hearts of hope torn asunder..

Born into this world as it all falls apart.. Hope so weak but I must push on..

Refresh on a killed heart..

Shattered..

Torn apart..
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Chris  25/M
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