Estefano Molina Poems

My philosophy is flawed by it's own existence.
Thought's and ideas
Thousands of years old
And I just discovered them
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Last night
I learned my fate
It's not pretty
But expected
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Right before my eyes
My whole world disappears
And there's nothing I can do
Just sit here try to cry
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Today I feel numb
And it couldn't get better
I can think of the worst day
And its nothing
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I walked out the door
With nowhere to go
Just started walking
The sun on my back
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I begin today
My excommunication
My self imposed exile
I've had enough
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My first memory was in 1994
I had just turned three
I remember small parts of that day
It was July 12
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I'm not that old
But I've experienced quiet a bit
In my short years here
I've learned from mistakes
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I don't know what I want anymore
I don't know what I need
I write to make thoughts vivid
Never works
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I'm not a drinker
But lately these beers,
They seem to be hitting the spot
One, two
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