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Friday, 6 April 2018


I feel pain.
So much pain.
Too much pain.
Enough to chase me from the borders of the sane. 

Call me mad, label me insane.
Trust me if you were in my shoes you'd probably feel the same.
Still stuck servicing same stale shame.
Still 'yuck' when i think of how deep it cuts, same tale... Same name.
Still criss-crossing between these lanes.
So tempted to kiss Mary, to kill the pain there's the urge to kiss Jane.
What then happens when a man masters the hurt.
What happens when suffering becomes the norm...into the frying pan jumping straight from the pot.
Misery then filling the holes of his heart and its slots.
His mind whores around in search of absolute peace.
He instead becomes an absolute beast.

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