130% Off - Poem by john rappa
The panic attack puts me right into a dream everything screams familiar but looks very different now like 1983's version of 2015.
I hear imaginary people's jealously cuz there not the center of attention.
there is an inner voice that tells me I don't deserve this...
tonight, euphoric alertness penetrates the taste of a nervous universe.
tonight, good can't be good without the bad.
tonight, blind loyal roses resurrect under the soft concrete.
tonight, nobody can save me from myself.
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