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Josh Overson Dec 2017
I am.
Out, left rotted and weathered.
Confused and terrored.
Heart loosened and severed.
I am no better.  
Just feeling lesser.  
As time goes by...
And I open my eyes...
Fist start to fly...
Hitting walls and doors
I fall to the floor
I can give no more
My heart won't explore
You'll always have mine...
**But I'll never have yours.
I'm dumb.
My heart beats to a drum with no rhythm.

— The End —