Preston Napier Poems

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1.
Shape Shift

Life has shaped shifted into an empty bowl of nothing
In a crowded room I hear nothing and see even less
The screams of my past pull at me and bite at my heals
My eyes have fallen short and the future has faded in them
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2.
Self

Stop feeling this way
Self what is wrong with you?
Stop feeling this way
That's what they all say
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