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Current mood:  forgotten
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|  | Some poetic wank for you.
Building Bridges
I always thought words would be wasted if no one ever heard them.
But words are consoling, they save me from myself,
They save others from me.
Profound ideas hit you at the weirdest of times,
Drink up…I'm still thinking.
If your waiting for big words, don't wait around,
Genius comes in many forms,
I wouldn't expect you to understand.
Home now … my thoughts weight heavy,
Forever following and trying to drag me down.
Trying to feel save in slumber
Only to wake up and find they are still there.
I am not the man I use to be
And I hate the man I'm becoming.
Heart weighs heavy and broken,
Future seems dark and non existent,
Please don't let this be.
I am being beaten but not bet…
I am forever building bridges.
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