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January 2, 2017

Staring with eyes that don't blink

Stopping to grasp, stopping to think

This is my story, and I'm telling you

My story was that of a fool

My story was true, but this is not what I wanted

I hurt, being chained down

I wore, something heavy, I wore a false crown

I was forced to do something

I was forced to drown

Face painted like a clown

And in that state, my soul I had found

I run now, different then before

I run to something I desire, I run to something I adore

I crave so much more

I find it, as freedom is felt, as being awake makes me soar

And to my past, I close my fucking door

But memory paints my life, for my clown mask can't be scraped with a knife

I am a child, holding that knife, in his one and only life

Like a child, who cuts his finger

Like a child who is not taught, like a child that lingers

 

I can't write

I can't remember

I'm tired

 

I hate looking back

How do I make sense, I can't

And so my mind, I crack

As sadly so many memories

So many memories

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