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I will speak my mind anyway. Even though you see every word of it laid squarely at your feet. Believing in your own wretched lies. Can no longer tell a truth from a lie. Careful of the deceit you weave.
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Poem I Didnt Need a Doctor. May 12, 2015. I didnt need a doctor. You tried to stitch me back together. Threading empty friendship through my veins. With the careful eye of a doctor. Working on his specimen. But the string only holds for a week. Its broken by the force of his fist. Its torn by scissors tracing the bruise he left. Will people realize these arent metaphors? Its drowned by 8AM shots of vodka. Trying to forget the resemblance. But i didnt need any stitches. Just by being there. And th.PARSED CONTENT
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Sometimes, I write well. Elevator Music by Henry Taylor. A tune with no more substance than the air,. Performed on underwater instruments,. Is proper to this short lift from the earth. It hovers as we draw into ourselves. And turn our reverent eyes toward the lights. That count us to our various destinies.
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Basically, this is a collection of my thoughts. I found this one in the archives guys. But I promise I am misunderstanding in its purest form. I am the wrong lyrics to your favourite song. I just mean to sound bold,.
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