Running into the silence where sound doesn't exsist. I sit and find self emotionally writing a poetic twist. Fleeing I dabble inside where I can't imagine. Confusing my surroundings and over looking its reaction. Like the wind I breeze into a self theraputic state of mind. Away from the way I beat myself within the grind. Letting loose long enough to ease the hands. Balled as fists as the man I stand. Tweaking reality in the darkness I hide. So far from this worlds selfish lies. Becoming me no onme can mold as they see fit. Tired of everyone ignorant bull shit. Turning on freindships for I see the truth. Knowing its no fucking use. Alone behind closed doors I see clearly. No longer weak nor weary. To reamerge as me peeling and shedding. Refusing the twisting and bending. Grown with thoughts all my own. Actions in which that have been shown.
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