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May 2013
Unhealthy thoughts running through my head and I don't know what to do with them, attempt or pass, or may be should I shoot em dead, but with what......my pistol or her heart which is failing to do its part, I'm standing in this pool of wonder when I start to wander. Keepin my feet still is the trick that i constantly skip, But I'm trying not to move but somethings killen my grove..........Pay me with 100 kisses give me what my heart misses, but slowly i find no way to heal these burses, My mind is in constant daze surrounded by thick haze, As I can't seem to breathe through this phase, But its something deep that says misbehave, Stay true to you to myself, but I can't be real if I'm standing by myself, Who knows I exist but me, is a Unicorn real if he believes but no one can see him, Is there a *** of gold at the end of a rainbow if there is no end to them.....Deep thinking for a fool, With yays and nays but no real news, Just random questions that leave him confused, A beautiful Lie can tell the truth but the ugly truth just tells me lies! what to do with my Wandering feet that stay still every time I start to sink...........
Written by
Quentin Briscoe
616
   victoria, DieingEmbers and ---
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