outbreak
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Fool me one time shame on you…Fool me twice, can't put the blame on you…Fool me three times, fuck the peace signs load the chopper, and let it rain on you precipitating shells of emptiness disturbing the atmosphere surrounding its casing.
Who am I really without a filter?
Because with it, I feel as if I have shelter
I don`t want them to see the real me
Yet, I feel like I should let it be
1977, Hudson, Walden
I sit on the warm dirt.
My small toes tangled in rubble.
Gently stroking mama's peaceful face.
She's tranquil with her eyes shut.
Mama
Why won't your chest move?
Why are you so still?
