Yo........
If you pictured me as a Pitcher i'm a glass half empty
Thoughts resigned inside of my heart
These words forever tempt me
A poet in the flesh
But a slave of my own self.....
I choose to bound myself
Why all this fuckin depression? ...
pause........
almost had a mind block...
tongue slipped before my mouth locked
....how do i end this...
the same way that i started this
endless....
i dont think it ever will....
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