Miss so much in the attempt to see so much more.
Drifting place to place and sleeping on the floor.
Only one thing consistent, me walking out the door.
The gift and the curse it's your road to traverse.
Complete improve no rehearsal.
It's up to you to not let it become the worst deal.
Either way good or bad your to fucked up feel.
Much less try and designate what's real...
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The first four lines of this are brilliant. From there onward i got lost. Felt like two sections written on two different days.
You ought to write and publish on here more often.
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