He pears into a window seeing what he cannot posses,
Plasma screen pictures seem to be no contest,
Weary he gets and more lonely he feels,
Sharp and red fluid slices and spills,
The water box is completely filled,
Negative Blue on the walls stay still,
He turns to his left the curtan is closed,
Swipes it open to get something exposed,
And its him in the bath tub alone,
The house is trashed this is not his home,
He doesnt belong here his mind panics,
Like hes been doin way to much xanex,
Things start to spin,
He falls to his knees again, *BOOM*
No bodys home his wounds have recoverd,
Wakes up - cold sweat a new life he discoverd,
Shakes it off puts on a shirt walkes to the cold fountans,
Gets fresh for no reason goes out side and announces,
That you have to have a DREAM to be able to move mountans.
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thank you for reading.......(Link coming)

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