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Do you ever feel overcome? A work of art made of a million layered stencils Where nothing makes sense until the last dot dries Nothing, no one,                                abstract, confusion,                                                                    dot dot dot,                                                                                         and then, there it is.                        THE MASTERPIECE. A violent bruise of emotion that is so                                                                     S T R O N G You see colours.                             Light peels across your eyes Fazed. Dazed. Feeling everything at once                                              you take nothing in Numb to everything                 except -                         your heartbeat beat We are so perfectly broken -                                         that it                                                                                                       almost                                                         looks like we are complete. And we are. I am. In so many way.                        So. Many. Ways. But, It's just,             I mainlyyy                            Kindaaa                                          Don't feel                                                          okay. And I spend most of my time,                                   Left wondering, Is it just me?
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Aug 25, 2016
Aug 25, 2016 at 12:30 PM UTC
(3) Is It Just Me?
Do you ever feel overcome? A work of art made of a million layered stencils Where nothing makes sense until the last dot dries Nothing, no one,                                abstract, confusion,                                                                    dot dot dot,                                                                                         and then, there it is.                        THE MASTERPIECE. A violent bruise of emotion that is so                                                                     S T R O N G You see colours.                             Light peels across your eyes Fazed. Dazed. Feeling everything at once                                              you take nothing in Numb to everything                 except -                         your heartbeat beat We are so perfectly broken -                                         that it                                                                                                       almost                                                         looks like we are complete. And we are. I am. In so many way.                        So. Many. Ways. But, It's just,             I mainlyyy                            Kindaaa                                          Don't feel                                                          okay. And I spend most of my time,                                   Left wondering, Is it just me?
Part One : http://hellopoetry.com/poem/1584459/1-is-it-just-me/ Part Two: http://hellopoetry.com/poem/1594985/2-is-it-just-me/ Spoken word poetry .
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Aug 25, 2016
Aug 25, 2016 at 12:30 PM UTC
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