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Another 24 hours poured into the cement Living through another's persons regrets.. Just one piece of a puzzle, too big to comprehend Cant see the end, left the lights on again In the past, the future looked too close to hold.. And now the present seems like it's too close and cold Inside myself looking out; it all seems fake Whatever motivates, the day puts it away Used to be apathetic, loved the only one living I'm speaking to the world, but I'm the only one in it Your eyes couldn't watch the way the world spins I'll sit there and watch on the day the world ends If its burns then, and flows in the wind I'll hold what I learned and start it over again Because who knows if your steps are planned out.. I feel lost, and no body's there to stick a hand out; A man now.. because I felt too strong And I feel like I lived with my self too long This isn't the right time or place for these words We don't have the right kind of space for these birds If we all could fly, If we all could cry Everybody would laugh, and we all would die The sky hangs over my head, I can feel the weight Conceal my fate, and let me just deal with hate I lost compassion, everything's cold when its near us I spend to much time with my soul in this mirror...
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I had survived the first. That was then; this is now. The blindfold of so many pills slowly died away and first though my finger then my head, a passion, a hurt and a need filled me as every moment was consumed with words; every breath with wisps of ink. But they were not all captured and somewhere in the deep abyss of living, lies the unspoken, almost unfelt feelings of decades in months. This is the half-empty account off all those nights from December through into the new year and the end of March. ...I pains me to share it. But it also makes it just not my problem anymore and that is something I long for- freedom and peace. Please note that all grammatical and linguistic, as well as those in punctuation and spelling or placing of words were intentional. If you LIKE this and want me to write a commentary on each poem and picture (as in my previous collection Apfel), please show me in comments and votes :) PLEASE DO NOT COPY any of the poetry or pictures.

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