Kind of Familar

July 12, 2011
By Anonymous

I stare at spirits walk past me every day wondering if they exist below my surface but I try to shape a great path while evil thoughts waiting to burst out at me at the end of the day I try to attempt to press one's person opinions on another skill by not thinking about "Joseph" and how i could deal with this situation more better by starring into space.Most exists far below the surface of our realities,one encumbered with the surface of our insecurities,in the surface of themselves.

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I love this poem by the way its comes together.

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