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Nov 2013
Im a stranger to my oldest friends. they don't say that but I see it in them when they pretend to comprehend my failed attempt to act myself again. Social events are NOT my best. i go around and tell myself this isn't the end, You still have a grasp on what you use to represent.. but i can't think clear and even though i laugh my hearts always depressed. Not to mention every situations like ten times intense.. "ok you got THIS act normal " I sit there thinking about formal conversation i can start up. so i blurt out. Its irelevant and awkward.. i quite down. in my head Trying to figure out how i lost my interlectual side.. I'm weird, I'm broken, ive lost my mind. My own thoughts constantly poking my eyes ,, pushed to the side by visual lights and un natural highs. What have i done, All this beauty lost to a hit on the tounge. Acid casualty number what? I can't be the only one, i cry i cry why can't i see the sun?
     R.i.p Syd Barret
This year has been a tough one. I know syd would understand.
Written by
Gabriel Diamante Gonzalez  salt lake city
(salt lake city)   
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