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Tyler Durden Mar 2015
Thoughts hang suspended in the air
Like wires of unrepair
And how im nothing more than a mourning prayer.
Everything is still inside of there
I don't care,
I tightened and set the snare.
Bottle it up
Da Soul Feb 2019
My fear is the silent trigger  
Makes me physically stiff
And emotionally aware
Heightened senses,  more like heightened paranoia!
Heightened insecurities !
Heightened negative thoughts, continuously saying I’m not good enough
I’m never enough
So
I build walls
I place fences
Cuz **** hurts when your damaged
White picket fences is the role to portray because everyone always run from the haunted houses on display
Colm May 2019
Never let it be said
That I took a bite too big to breathe
That I scorched the earth beyond repair
That I cut down every growing tree
That I delved too deeply into the questioning unrepair

Never let it be said
That time itself is now regrettably by
Or that I was never truly willing to try

Never let it never be said that my faith ever waivered, without purpose or reprise

Never let it be said that I said no more
Never let it be said that my breath will not end
Never let it be said I will not endure
Never let it be said that I was not of men

I was
I am
I'm not a Calvinist. But I am me. A human nonetheless.

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