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Jan 2020
Knock me down but I don’t fall,
So close to the ground feeling 7 feet tall.
The pain is never ending,
My energies never mending,
But I must be numb.
I am numb
I am numb all around,
Can’t talk with no tongue,
The company of misery just isn’t fun.
Every time I try to run,
The path gets longer.
Steeper.
My wounds become deeper.
the longer I take.
The decisions I make
They start to frustrate,
Struggling to reverse my emotions of hate.
When will I break?
Straining to figure out how to fulfill my fate.
When can I get a break?
I lay. I wait.
They will never relate
Can’t understand my distinct patterns and traits.
It’s ok, all I need is one,
To combine our vibrations & ride off into the sun.
January 29,2019 @3:18 pm
Sequoia
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Sequoia  21/F/NY, NY
(21/F/NY, NY)   
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     James Cook and Fawn
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