Chapter 1.
People run their mouths like my car runs on gas. They say things like its exercise, but never grow any muscle mass. How do you know? That's all I ask.
I always scroll on apps that are installed on my phone. I see things from people my age or older and I always wonder... Have you even grown?
As I scrolled, I saw someone post something saying "nobody has died of a broken heart". It isn't the first time I've seen someone write that, but obviously in some departments those people aren't smart.
Some might say nobody has died of a broken heart, but were you there to ask all of the dead? I repeat, were you there to ask all of the dead?! Were you there to ask the ones who've overdosed and died in bed? Were you there to ask the soldiers who fought for our country with a broken heart while being shot, and died slowly as they bled? Were you there to ask people with broken hearts from long ago & from the present who've died suffocating with a rope over their head?
I THINK NOT! I'm officially dying slowly of heartbreak. Who knows? Maybe I'll be dying this summer. I wouldn't hurt myself, I'm getting right temporal lobe surgery soon, and anything can happen. It controls my area of memory. Maybe the procedure will save me by sending me to heaven early, or by helping me forget my favorite person ever because I'd never forget a best friend.

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His Left Temporal Lobe Leaked
PoetryI'm Luis. This is my freestyle project, call it anything you want. I am preparing myself for a potential surgery in my right temporal lobe. Appointments, decisions, and testing... It all begins on June 7th, 2018. I thought I'd keep writing this new...