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grayworld

28 Sep Gray World

But the lack of air to my heart can create light and dark blending
So I can’t tell the difference between the shadows and the light
The real and the hype
The day and the night
Don’t know if I’m sleeping on cloud covered concrete or really taking flight

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ScottyandTheLord

26 Sep Scotty and The Lord

  Scott Ramon Seguro Mescudi, better known as Kid Cudi, recently attended  the 52nd Grammy Awards wearing what appeared to be a gold pyramid on his finger. To the unexpecting eye this would be nothing more than a flashy ring. To a conspiracy theorist this…

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vultures

25 Sep Vultures

  If a man walks through the desert on only his bare feet, is he any more a man than if he crawled on his hands and knees? Doesn’t matter what you go through, because we all encounter a desert of our own where hope…

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LifesaRide

22 Sep Life’s a Ride

  These four walls are closing in I feel like I have lost a close friend The days are long and the nights are short I do beleive this is my last resort I push at the door it doesn’t budge For the windows I…

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Never Touch Mine Thighs

21 Sep Never Touch Mine Thighs

  From my Xanga, where I took on the role of Jean Claude Van-Damme, the greatest actor that ever lived…ever. —————————————————————————————————————————————- I let her touch me on the face, I let her touch me in that place,

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To The Wind

19 Sep To The Wind

  Hold me here until I fall asleep, for I’m terrified, Oh am I terrified. Of all the uncertainties, of the un thought ofs. I have too much time on these idle hands and I surely wish I could shake this habit. I’m too young…

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Touch on Everything

19 Sep Touch on Everything

  No sense of anything, still I remain sane. Lost for words yet I speak, my future’s fortune, hopelessly bleak. What do I say when asking God, to help His son, His bastard child. Who do I ask in reality, when my own voodoo bites back at…

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The Archetype

14 Sep The Archetype

  Ashamed is the outcome, the source of the constant struggle between the ordinary and the extra. I am the shame, the continuous blame among everything you find to be so difficult. Only hide from the worst and only show your true colors when you…

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