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i think my best quality is my worst...What i mean is, it's hard not to admire the amount of sheer damage i leave in my wake. Physical, Mental, Emotional, Spiritual, Social. i can't help but notice how everyone else can't help but notice. The looks i collect. The voices i hear around corners and in other rooms speak my name like im the latest current event. The women i've left with complexes. The Parties i've been either the life of, or have ruined. Even while i'm writing this, on a little bartender's note pad in the hospital cafeteria, i have to keep my head down. Nose to the paper for fear of meeting eyes with someone...it's like they know. this tiny encounter chips away at my resolve. My social anxiety makes it so. But i don't know. The Geiger flow scream criminal. and people point and stare as if i congered up tornado. But that's exactly it, c**t's just tryna spiral beautifully in peace. Blunt, doing morning tai chi in the middle of the intersection. Open robe, skeleton flexing his depression. Crane pose, coffee mug shatters on a lexus. i'm Craving brains, yo. Keep a fence around your castle. Tweaking from the yay-o, hence why i've come to hastle you. Shake 'n' Rattle the bones from plaster, and wonder why the wounds from last year aint healed. Bring the flask here and ill weave you a tale. forget your fear, and i wont leave till i hear you wail. i'm forever bursting bubbles. dumbfounded occupents lacking oxygen, looking befuddled. huttle the foyer that weathers ya storms for ya. and google on your iPhones a decent rebuttal. Peep the dude on ya group chat that don't reply. Puzzle how social media can breed such a distant guy. Switch blade, dollar store aviator, cigarettes. Warm beer, cold stare, septum ring and sweatervest. Charming yet treacherous, Homemade haircut. ******** his own life up to the level of immaculate.
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