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Jun 2013
these bones are twisting
underneath the
  last bit of breath.

                 anxious panics and patented problems,
we created.

     and the lost souls arent really lost.
they just got there before us,
                                                    we dont even know whats out there.


The Problem is that we havent figured out how to get away from this sentiment. that were so human, and yet, we arent.

human is such a vague term.
it exists for all of our physical properties
that allow for mental turmoil and confusion.


                 i think if it were up to me,
                 i wouldnt be happy but id be less insecure,
                 id count my blessings and live right now
          but i guess,
                 i could do that now.

Being Young Is Such A Luxury.
-P.S.
Fernando Antonio Montejano
Written by
Fernando Antonio Montejano  27/M
(27/M)   
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   --- and maybella snow
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