My words have become a precious commodity. Remembering something I'll never have way too symbolically. Homeless underdogg return to your hometown. Getting rid of my withdrawal creating a new way to let it out. Fear of being hurt again. Perseverance after losing faith. A persistent sense of heartbreak. A life I'm trying to leave. Fully trained like my teacher. Good parts of me double featured. Say goodbye to what you can't move through. I have nowhere to go. Never put the pieces back together. The old rules no longer apply.
Joe Saucedo
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Author:
Jose Antonio Saucedo (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: August 7th, 2023 05:55
- Category: Reflection
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