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Mindless dribble.
Emotion overwrought the sanity I bought in plastic waste. Searching on a treadmill for the spot of sanity that eludes me. Her decadent low self-esteem was not my dream, a cancer tore through her secretly hidden behind soft eyes. A beautiful body a means of the confusing underbelly of the ghosts within. Accepting confusion only the confusion isn’t confusing, within lies the truth writhes on the floor. Lies untold feast upon the sanity. Self realization comes far to late as truth lay lifelessly, fetal and pure far too late to salvage respect running mad circles around the blood of truth. Body torn, body worn by lying lust enjoying what you despise, cross haired lies, silent cries alone in bed, you and your thoughts bombard your head.
Most of the time all my writing just comes out. I usually I don't know until I go back too re read it. But it's all inside me
