Unstarted

Reassemble.1

I can’t hold this breath...
Anymore.2

Recognise.3

I can’t mould this day...
Anymore.4

Insecurity.5

I have sold my night...

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Unstarted, unfinished. Mental wonderings inside a lost head. The end was the start.

Don't bother... I don't believe that anybody has the mental capacity to deal with this poem how it should be ...Emotionally, so don't bother.

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  • Mirror Me
    September 9, 2008

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    seems incredibly heavvy..
    I agree. I probably don't have what it takes to understand this. good job none the less!