thoughts bounce around in my mind. heartache is prominent as you stare me in the eyes. confirming all my worst fears. alone, broken, raw. lost in this cold world, shooting blanks in this war of love and hate. dreams shattered. blood trickles from my chest where the needle hides old, warn down scars left from a darker age. lifeless, numb, confused. the past is the past, and the future is unseen, so we sit here in the present and think what tomorrow will bring as we forget the past and reap the benefits of an unforgiving society. blackened eyes. dark from wisdom beyond his years, from lack of sleep, from many nights pondering where he went wrong. smoke rises from his cigerattes as he fights his words and thoughts that havecondemed him to a life full of disapointment and yet still he pushes. making sure his word is heard, always trying to change the world. believeing that one day he will be remembered as a voice for those would could not speak, for those who were too afraid to speak, for all those who could not find the words to say they were lost and in pain. his stuggle was my struggle, it was your struggle. this is his story. a work in progress. constantly re-writing word by word and sentance by sentance. you can find him in your dreams, in your heart, in your struggle.
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