Blowing smoke through a dream.
The image is fading fast.
The hope never lasts.
Too much dust in your eyes.
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Tired and beaten.
A pledge to not let myself get defeated.
Silently retreating.
As many scars on the outside as in.
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The last peice is finally gone.
Memories already forgotten.
I was waiting for the moment.
I was waiting for this day.
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I can't get it out of my head.
The nightmares in my bed.
Sucked in.
Horrifying visions.
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An act of violence shouldn't be encouraged with lie or otherwise.
Racism and bigotry is a tool used to divide us.
A cop can be the one that save your life.
The media only loves the villain.
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Another fake.
Can anyone relate.
Talk is cheap.
Taking my seat.
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All lives matter, I think the black lives matter slogan is racist.
It shouldn't matter what your skin color is.
I don't care the political, or social motivation.
In a sense a movement with a name like that saying its okay if a Asian, Caucasian, Irish, Itialian, you name it guy gets killed by the cops.
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Am I the only one that sees words that I hear?
Is it a common trait among writers I wonder?
It has always been that been that way from an early age.
At one point I thought it might be a phase, and in time would change.
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Loneliness, is hard quell.
And you'll do anything to feel something else, anything else.
Meaningless sex.
A temporary bliss at best.
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It's an exploration, it's a adventure, it's dabbling the curiosity of humanity.
Criss Crossing streets.
All roads lead somewhere.
Even if it is nowhere.
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