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I've witnessed the grotesque face of the human spirit, walked
the path of vagrants, winos, and illicit cranks, vomiting in the alleyways
and dumpste..
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Darkness,
silence, the neglected house stands still.
Commotion begins to
breed life. The boiler starts to rumble, the pipes passing hot water..
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Awake..... I can hardly open my eyes, I groan softly as I
put my feet on the floor.
Slowly, navigating through the darkness, I discover the
door..
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Cloaked in a mask,
roaming within a banal sensibility,
experimenting withinterpretation.
Self inflicted conviction,
motivated by fe..
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Abruptly woken from a sound sleep.
Absorbing terror.
Perspiration floods my brow.
Hard to breathe, without you.
Days drag on, nigh..
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Segregation from society leads to poverty of the mind.Attention dwindles down dangerous paths.There are no guard rails, no yellow lines, nothing to gu..
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I’m tired of
stress.
My heart is
heavy and life is a mess.
Slowly
drowning, gasping for air.
Searching
for release, it's dif..
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Living too fast.
Forever forgetful.
Time will never last.
Pursuit of perfection.
Wasted energy.
Constant state of rejection.
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I saw a pretty picture, it made me
feel blessed.
The allure was overwhelming, leaving
tightness in my chest.
Photorealismin style, I wis..
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This was written to question the value of being alone. I am not professing to be an expert on how to handle the feeling, but simply questioning my own..
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