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A tour of the neighborhood

Around the corner from where pain lives, up the block from where fear stays..

Near the park where the naive play, this is all I know do you hear me??

A train ride away from the doubt house, next door to anger that loud mouth..death lurking at every step you can smell it like an outhouse..

A hop skip and a jump from self consciousness, hung with depression but now that's out..I can see the sun but can't feel it sometimes I wonder what that's bout..

Love and Happiness done moved away haven't heard from them in eons..

So now I'm stuck with all this **** a neighborhood full of peons..

Make it stop these vacant lots, A melting *** of the worst of thoughts..

before you enter numb feelings, on the corner they're serotonin dealing..

They'll sell you dreams but you must wake up, the worlds an ugly place even under the best make up..

I'm gonna run away I've got my mind made up, if I don't make moves ill stay stuck..

But this is all I know, this is where I've grown..

Lessons in life that I've been shown, I hate it here what can i say but it's what I call home..

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Jun 27, 2013
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