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There's a low rumbling deep in my gut. A still silent void where my heart had been Scars so many scars most of which nobody will ever see . Cork topped bottles filled with homemade Ointments made with tree resin , white sage ,mint leaves and bitter root. They're closing down the Walmarts but the Pharmacies and the Security shack will both remain open. Prescriptions are more like recommendations . Is there truly any kind of cure. They'll come for you when the water rises and ship you off like rescued cattle . If you're not on the team they won't accept your help. A drowning child won't look at your uniform or lack there of one. There's power in numbers , strength in the ability to get along . I started this thinking about my loneliness. It's just enough to try and help you remember . All my thoughts aren't always about me .
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Sep 23, 2017
Sep 23, 2017 at 8:52 PM UTC
Many Reasons
There's a low rumbling deep in my gut. A still silent void where my heart had been Scars so many scars most of which nobody will ever see . Cork topped bottles filled with homemade Ointments made with tree resin , white sage ,mint leaves and bitter root. They're closing down the Walmarts but the Pharmacies and the Security shack will both remain open. Prescriptions are more like recommendations . Is there truly any kind of cure. They'll come for you when the water rises and ship you off like rescued cattle . If you're not on the team they won't accept your help. A drowning child won't look at your uniform or lack there of one. There's power in numbers , strength in the ability to get along . I started this thinking about my loneliness. It's just enough to try and help you remember . All my thoughts aren't always about me .
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Sep 23, 2017
Sep 23, 2017 at 8:52 PM UTC
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