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It asks the soul to stand in despise

It takes crumbs of life

which no knee can explore

as show is not the show of ego

but becomes pictorial view of pain

impossible of any gain.

They did not finish

They could not fix the lives.
They couldn’t finish, They couldn’t fix the year
Call me Oliver Dec 2018
I’ve never broken down like that before

My feet went numb
My head was made of stone
My eyes were waves
My voice was crackling like rocks
My hair was draping
The floor was my bed
Your words were my antagonist

I couldn’t breath

I couldn’t believe

I was breaking
Thanks Dad, Angle, emotionaly abusive teacher, Olive,

— The End —