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There is never a wrong question,
But questions could lead to wrong answers,
Some answers that could be questionable,
While others just seem to be answered,
But what, is, the answer?
Something short, can't really make much more out of what I already have. Hope this make you think about the next question you answer.

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Jevon Cuthbert
Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock

Can you hear it?
It's beautiful...

Some can only continue to live in their sanity,
Others **** for their piece of mind,
And whilst I live to save humanity,
Am I killing what's most hard to find?

Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock

I can still hear it,
Can't you?
It won't stop,
I don't think it ever will,
But still,
It continues,

Why must you go on?
I'm too far behind,
It's almost like your gone,
Because again,
You're simply hard to find,
If only I knew you were right in front of me,
I wouldn't be so lost,

Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock*

Do you hear that?
It just keeps on ticking,
No, not the clock,
Not this time,
There's another...

What time is it?
However the story ends is up to you. But life will go on with or without you. Remember that... Always.

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Jevon Cuthbert
A, B, C, D,
What do these really mean?

Dear me,                                      
Look what you've done,
More to yourself,
Left from little to none, and yet,
You rely on you small conscious,
Hoping to find your way,
Now, don't be cautious,
You chose to stay,
So now,
You got a price to pay,
And what did you say,
....Well?


As soon as the words would come out,
The words would retract,
As they would react, on the inside,
To make it so simple to describe yourself,
So simple that,
You could use every single letter in the alphabet,
Starting from A through Z,

Shall we?
Let's start with the letter A,
First off you're an ********
,
Thinking you were doing things for the better, yet,
You were only doing it for yourself,
You didn't care how people felt,
If it wasn't you,
There would be no one else,
And who else? Other than you,
But it was you,
The one that, *everyone
would come to,
Finding out what was right,
What was wrong,
Man, please,
You act as if you knew how to write,
But you let your feelings come way too strong,

Now, let's move along,
How about to the letter B?
You sorry *** *****,
Yeah, that's right, I called you a female dog,
You mad bro? Cause I see it in your diary log,
Talking about the next one,
And then some,
Plus, all the ones that hurt your feelings,
Saying that, "Oh, it's not my fault!",
When you knew,
You obviously, knew that,
One was not your default,
But you knew that...
Didn't you?
Okay, so  I'm going to possibly put this into a four-part poem. I wrote this a while back but, I'm bringing this to public now as along with a few others that will be coming soon to a poet near you ;).  I will explain it in each part, but have you ever felt so negative about yourself you had to write about it? Every single detail that people recognize about you as well as you recognize about yourself? But trust me, there's a surprise at the end.

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Jevon Cuthbert

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