I live, sleep, and breathe this shit
How dare you question it?
I refuse to be your next victim because you're accustomed to rushing shit
I was unattainable
Who do I blame this for ?
I was lost in the city
I was lost and then pitied
At a cost I was empty
How does one withstand the frost that's within thee ?
// e.b.
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THE FUNDAMENTALS OF A REALIST
PoetryA collection of my thoughts in poems that reflects my life before, after, and during being associated with my first love as well as my creative impulses. a poetic photograph of May 2015- October 2015. ***BEWARE PROFANITY***
