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.


The author's comments:
I love this poem by the way its comes together.

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