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Oct 2014
I am twisted.
I am scattered and sketched.
I’m a trip
I don’t need a drink or a sip.
I am the color of the energy.
The strong that gives vaccines
To the ones who reach out to prayers and lost dreams.
I am a survivor of bruises cuts and an old punching bag in between fights.
I’m a mess a mess by the guess.
A rebel formed from a hell hold called home.
Stand tall out of this
On my level out of this dome,
You’d get confused and thrown off cause I roam far
All Alone.
I am open
And I care
Wide awake is why I share.
I bring wisdom, facts, and not opinions
It’s been me since the beginning.
I believe in no false image
But what I’ve seen kindness is a treasure.
And I’ve forgotten the mean.
Your past does not define you.
Because it is left behind you.
I leave you mind blown
Stuttering.
But you’ll be completed on my app.
It’s Christmas time on dads lap.
It’s a button
Easy start.
Just gotta try to heal that heart
Jesse applegate
Arrywill keepya smilin
Written by
Arrywill keepya smilin  Medford Oregon,
(Medford Oregon,)   
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