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tony lovel Dec 2020
touch every feeling feels like splinters going through the hand


Everytime I lay in the bed feels like the man on the cross every time you ignore me ...


Something I cannot comprehend cuz I was locked up in the cell I couldn't get ahold of you.....


If it was different at the time

I would have been there every step you take every struggle you have to go through like Bonnie and Clyde.....

Like I was Walking the Tightrope for you......



It wouldn't matter it was life and death I will take a bullet for you...  

If it ever come down to that point like a f* Melody going through my skull....

Look at through my point of view......

I Walk Alone this dirt road with no cars no sounds......

Trying to find a soulmate to feel sorry for me.....


Because I have my 9 Miller pistol pointed to my chin ready to pull the trigger.......



It ain't no drug out there I haven't took.....


Truthfully and be honest only thing it does give into my demons to make my pain worse....


Inside my head I think my family is doubting me. Because I ain't doing s
** in my life...

So what is the point of living anymore if I have those problems stacked on top like dominoes........


When I was deep in my compression

Because I did not have no money in my pocket.....



I decided to walk in traffic to commit suicide

But the cars went straight through me

Like I never existed......

Like a ghost from below.....



You tell me that is the only way out



Can't steal from the poor man.......

You can't break a man that's already been broken.......



And you can't bring back the Dead......


We are all lost in this world alone......



It is two type of people in this world


The people who live in the present


And the people who trying to rebuild the past......


You have to pick one and this life
Tony Lovel
I could approach this day with complete sorrow
But I am cognizant that I'm not given tomorrow
So the soft pillow of Mother Teresa
I will borrow
To bask in until my time is finished
My happiness shall never be diminished
At least, not for long
We can't be elated forever
But we can salvage what's been severed
Appreciate the remaining light you have left
Everyone feels that conclave of emotional theft
At its core, life is a beautiful treble clef
Those who seek to destroy and bully are emotionally deaf
Enough with their dreck
They're only a fleck
Of the universe's' massive deck of cards.

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