Kid of Los Angeles Biography

He avoids me.
He avoids me completely, doesn't look at me.
I feel so...blue.
An ocean full of emotional tears and wonder.
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Spiraling in a lapse of judgement,
high on false belief.
Breathing short rapid breaths, trying to take it all in.
Slowly weaning in the dark apocalypse,
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Every Day. A Struggle.
A struggle not to add to my glutonous outside composition.

In the harrowing courtroom: my mirror.
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Beauty. A confusing riddle.
An obscure portrait with no paintings.
A pink elephant used for it's vanity.
A vanity mirror used for reflection.
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A dilligent spine that once stood so tall,
humbled with age and withered to a fall.
Lost on the path, a misguided road.
Stranded with a compass, but nowhere to go.
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