lost in lines unread by the naked eye... tappin out the truths wishin they were rollin off the tongue... seems words truly don't mean shit if they can't be heard... fallin further away from the usefulness of being flush... arms dangle in suspense of a day to hold on tight... time in thoughts correct the feel of outspoken dreams... comin from these writings in true form wrapped around pieces gathered in a display... goin rounds around doorknobs yet to be twisted as palms sweat as they breathe... hesitations cling to the wordplay due to emotion plays a wicked game... alone is the feelin of free to be me locked away as if livin is caught up in between the overflow rushin to the surface... bringin to life past present n wtf there is to come... cautious not to become another version of someone else's worthless... curvin with letters wrote for use to find a reason to open back up... diggin in to the escape waitin its turn to evade this tuck within a crease i keep others from... magically relatin without verbal communication listenin to voices in my head come to life... damn near forgotten is the physicality of motion other than in the expressions fli[pin off at the gums... alone n in the dark for most of what's waste tends to find its way in a visual sense... lookin at my abnormal ability to speak without sound n get htrough as i to sit in the silence idling away... giving a peek of somethin more than i can get out to show... twistin the mind to bend with the understandin missed pushin through the games... here sits a man reconstructed by trial n error as depths wrapped the lettin go of one simple plan... neva give in to jus anyone as it's not an option to give up on what climbs in to adjust to the passions tale... within is a peek through the thinnin of skin unafraid to be kown for what it is the stands in view...from the mysteries we hide mine crawl out into the open of how relations taught me as they failed... jus one way to say beneath the whispers in which written is an individual attempt to catch myself ready to be felt...from broken lingo to proper tones as fingers play a typin mime goin the fuck off... usin a rearranged alphabet to find the point of no return as this is me as self... entangled in the syllables tryin to keep up with the conversations i have in my fuckin head bcuz there's no one here to talk to... as fingerprints erase these creative ways to reach for what i've neva know n everything unexpectedly found as focus fights through a blur... typin a story unseen in the real world to the realization that winds up shunned to the side... in the moments it takes to rub keys i could be releasin my alll from my mouth as i'm trapped gabbin to myself in a relentless exhaustion buyin time i can neva get in return... shoved into sentences is rhymes with no music as lips mutter with the proof that i'm willin to get it... tasted is the sliver of uncontrolled delivery more bitter as the sweeter i find the end comin soon enough... somewhat smeared is the dribbe of length gone to have a lil more than this in my life... yet actions have shown every single term tell the spittin truth of not everyone can luv...
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