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Subtle Message
The letters make a new
journey for a man to find who he once was soul searching deep in mallows... alley's of corruption and deviant pain classical song in repeat....... death inspiring melodies of suicidal commitment passionate fruit in depths of touch........ fingers cross for a single feeling of something raw . . . Dangle of emotions, stressful mistakes take a cruise in a journey of confidential personas death wounded stars cross the dead line! to leave me in remorse and pain off emotinoal death scars the cuts grow deeper as too my feelings of hate composition pages flood faster than anyone's emotional journal no one alive can compare with this ink of thought The red carpet roles with knives and blades to walk on with a bow. . . . So gone and alone now internally not alive striving to survive on this plantecia of gradient emotional roots boots to not slip on the river of lost dreams cogent with improper happiness bewildered in sense of a smile grins and crooked laughs applaud my rage caged, not able to roam free on the land of opinion so forgotten, not even family on alert that i no more exist in there DAILY LIVES...so i start to cut back and forth i struggle with tears descending it cuts straight through my bines and onto my composition of love strong words and depth in emoino is spread yet no felt, not even heard of, so it said for nothing...... |
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again like your other piece i liked the way you used your words. I had to reread it to understand it better but it was worth it. It had the feel of an inmate caged in his prison with noone to show him love. Nice peace duke.
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thanks man appreciate it!..
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