DeepThinking
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I am the back seat boy.
The lone ranger that wanders in a dark abyss.
I am the one who sees what others call evil.
I marvel at it.
We dance upon our shadows.
I am the one locked up in mind and soul.
Despair is a disease of the spirit,
But passion is an ailment for the heart.
One cannot exist without the other.
Yet, would it be simpler a life, with just one?
Good bye
Try not to cry
Long sigh
Something shatters inside
A new realization
The cycle just completed a rotation
No intentions
Little predictions
Sometimes it is a game
emotions meet your demise
for it is a poem that looks you in the eye
happiness
no longer causes madness
insanity
reality
clarity
personality
no longer
cookie cutter
Dear Me,
Don't you see
your problem is this
you can't forget what love is
you see him everywhere
when y'all speak you can't help but to stare
into those eyes you fell
anything you would sell
