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Aug 2013
I'm tired of walking fine lines
Puddles iced over
Deep enough to swallow trains
Cracking due to the bitterness
My reflections holds
I'm tired of walking with my hood up
A hockey mask on
And a silhouette of fear
Glued on my face
I just want to exist
Be free of the pressure
Write for me
Live because I'm worth it
Yet everything around me knows
Even the cracking ice
That I'll fall
Into the bottomless puddles
Watch as my reflection breathes life
The very life I failed in
Robert Guerrero
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Robert Guerrero
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