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When your soul is pushed to its limits it gets tired and old, in time it will recover but with the motions and emotions it gets scarred constant movements and rattling in constant steps I take, thoughts bouncing around damaging my brain like a bullet entering without escaping hitting everything vital that I need, until the words pour out of my head and beads of sweat pour from my skin, trying to swim like a fish without fins floating to the top to be scooped by a fisher mans arms,
Being carried to A place your not used to until your face gets slammed into a bat,
Internally bleeding with every dropp of blood that spills tells a story of who you are and the things you faced in your own home, dwelling in a town full of clones where everyone is fake and has something to tell,
Gossips spread like a wild fire burning the town to the ground, friends who turn their back when times are down just to recover and to start over again,
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