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introduced to a brand new fear and
didn’t ever know that it could be there before,
effort given now has a far different connotation,
added to the previously obsessed over, the
situation currently at hand,
symphonic undertones of implied indifference,
talking to nobody at all but
your self is playing both sides of the conversation,
like suggesting taking a cute picture with a large sharp blade,
every day is torture when you hurt this way,
should I perish I will still go away smiling,
had a great time when I was here, didn’t I,
even made a few friends and had a few parties,
empathy helped me as much as it hurt me,
this is my song of destiny

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About jaybeasley2

a writer, a painter, a poet, a wordsmith
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