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Jul 2014
I want you to punch me in the face as many times as You can without hurting yourself...
I don't want to hurt you, I just want to have a reason to feel the way I do.
I feel beat.
Beaten...whichever.
I am.
I lost to myself, which is a kind of funny story but It's not funny at all. I'm ******* crazy I'm ******* insane, I'm ******* hilarious,
I'm ******* sick and tired of the day to day stress trying to turn me into a diamond in 30 minutes or less!
You can't make beauty that quick.
I don't know what brought me here.
I don't know what will take me home.
I don't know where my home is!
I once heard that home is where you're heart is.
But I don't have one of those either! It was ripped from me, broken in two and made into a cheap friendship bracelets given to two girls who would later lose them and each other.
Shortly after i wrote this poem a girl gave me half of a friendship heart with a *** leaf on it that said budz. She said "Destroy this for me." I kept it because now i have a best bud that i don't know. But i just thought it was crazy how relevant the situation was to this poem.
Marcus Neeley
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Marcus Neeley  west chester
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