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Sunday, May 21, 2017

Into the head I go... Agreeing with the voices that have claimed the throne... Thinkin over the complications unsettled that whisper below... Pullin back into an immediate whoa... Slow breaths fire away to what I've endured... Self infliction by choices that tend to make the best tip its pour... Soundin similar to the confusion of chords... Belted out behind closed doors... N of the torture I jus don't know anymore... Not wantin any of the least lil bit of it anymore... Tired of diggin in n pickin the emotion up off the floor... Luv is only a thorn... Capturin the mind n gettin ready for war... What else is there to explore... Time n time again turnin on feelings shattered n torn... N it's been this way since I threw out the lure... Who gives a fuck of what there is in store... With relations I've jus became so fuckin bored... Somehow worn... It's so much easier to be distantly ignored... Fuck the delusions of thy name bein scorned... Passions jus come to the conclusion of hearin me roar... Why can't it go back to the way it was before... Decisions are the final test to be reborn... Into a mindset of a monster resistin the core... Words jus don't resemble what's​ been labeled as norm... Hear me out n follow the lead of what's aching as sore... Dysfunctional n no longer pretendin to be me overcomin the mental gore... It be so much easier with a whore doin porn... Or... Maybe I should just blow the horn... Sound off the alarm n talkin shit like the unchangin of undigested corn... My heart is now done with bein misplaced by the sleeve that's over worn... Threads are woven n the holes are yours... To see through me by the eatin of forks... Tastin my own n takin pieces by the mourn... As silence claims the pattern n pronounces that this shit is on... Wantin to know which way I am goin... N what I am doin... As I need a brief moment to configure the flow of the oar... I think it's about time honesty soars... Unable to believe in lords... Minding my own pints n quirts.. P's n Q's losin the rememberin of form... Inward I step reflection myself gone from the remorse...

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