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With tears streaming down my surprisingly gaunt cheeks, I hide out in a public toilet like it is a cave in somewhere much more exotic than this, I am not a ****** addict as per accusations but I don't feel so good, Useless at collecting money for a charity Just another thing to feel uneasy about, My brain and happiness are a half-fucked dial-up connection I bawl my fists up like an infant testing out his hands. I think about shadow boxing but feel too lethargic to do so. If Floyd Mayweather is money than I am poverty A woman who looks like a Beverley, asks me if I am OK. I lie that I am and thank her. Deception is a necessary weapon at times. Perhaps I am too far from home.
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Oct 3, 2018
Oct 3, 2018 at 12:32 PM UTC
Kingston Toilet
With tears streaming down my surprisingly gaunt cheeks, I hide out in a public toilet like it is a cave in somewhere much more exotic than this, I am not a ****** addict as per accusations but I don't feel so good, Useless at collecting money for a charity Just another thing to feel uneasy about, My brain and happiness are a half-fucked dial-up connection I bawl my fists up like an infant testing out his hands. I think about shadow boxing but feel too lethargic to do so. If Floyd Mayweather is money than I am poverty A woman who looks like a Beverley, asks me if I am OK. I lie that I am and thank her. Deception is a necessary weapon at times. Perhaps I am too far from home.
#poemy thing #FloydMayweather #messingabout
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M/Belgium
Oct 3, 2018
Oct 3, 2018 at 12:32 PM UTC
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