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Hello there, I just wanted to let you know – that I’m not a number. I’m not a shade. I'm not your motionless debate. I’m tinted Tainted. With ideas and a verbal philosophy Some atrophy. Boxed, and gifted through sacred hymns. My freaking nature is not in the stars Is not in your blood. I’m not a religion. I’m not a hope. I’m just trying to communicate The air to my brain. I’m just trying to suffocate Indoctrinate, facilitate. This delusion of being and breathing. I’m not a country. I’m not a ship. Abstractly living within an inch Of your picturesque life - & Intricate ambitions of death. I’m not a law. I’m not a consequence. I’m dissolving to my core Bones lighting up in fear.
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Aug 29, 2010
Aug 29, 2010 at 3:07 PM UTC
Brew A Bruise
Hello there, I just wanted to let you know – that I’m not a number. I’m not a shade. I'm not your motionless debate. I’m tinted Tainted. With ideas and a verbal philosophy Some atrophy. Boxed, and gifted through sacred hymns. My freaking nature is not in the stars Is not in your blood. I’m not a religion. I’m not a hope. I’m just trying to communicate The air to my brain. I’m just trying to suffocate Indoctrinate, facilitate. This delusion of being and breathing. I’m not a country. I’m not a ship. Abstractly living within an inch Of your picturesque life - & Intricate ambitions of death. I’m not a law. I’m not a consequence. I’m dissolving to my core Bones lighting up in fear.
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rasha-omer
Sudanese
Aug 29, 2010
Aug 29, 2010 at 3:07 PM UTC
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