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How am I devil trying to rebuke my sin. Iβm savage, wild, derelict feral boy. That never had a chance.
33 years. And I canβt remember one.
I graduated from a private school all boys. I spent time in the streets selling dope
Seen the worst parts of man under impression of fraternity and solidarity.
I graduated from a private college miles away from my family. Then spent more times in the street selling dope. But this time I was in a suit β and perfectly Assimilate to hegemony.
What a world. You are now departing Rotation station π and will arrive at the dissociation station for weeks. I lost A child. My first partner. My family now being estranged for 14 years. I stayed away so they would forget me.
The whole time I had them. Protecting me. Soothing me. And nurturing a child in the middle who never grew up. Never learned how to shave, drive , even speak. All he can do is hold anyone β someone at night. So tight yet gentle , and roll his finger through their hair. But as soon as they get up. The weight of the bed shifts he wakes up and wails.
How am I devil trying to rebuke my sin. Iβm savage, wild, derelict feral boy. That never had a chance.
33 years. And I canβt remember one.
I graduated from a private school all boys. I spent time in the streets selling dope
Seen the worst parts of man under impression of fraternity and solidarity.
I graduated from a private college miles away from my family. Then spent more times in the street selling dope. But this time I was in a suit β and perfectly Assimilate to hegemony.
What a world. You are now departing Rotation station π and will arrive at the dissociation station for weeks. I lost A child. My first partner. My family now being estranged for 14 years. I stayed away so they would forget me.
The whole time I had them. Protecting me. Soothing me. And nurturing a child in the middle who never grew up. Never learned how to shave, drive , even speak. All he can do is hold anyone β someone at night. So tight yet gentle , and roll his finger through their hair. But as soon as they get up. The weight of the bed shifts he wakes up and wails. Wails.
And when I wake up still tried and stress to the brink β my blood has been pre-heart attack. Everything just amplified that all I can say is
Bedlam, bedlam, Bedlam
And when I wake up still tried and stress to the brink β my blood has been pre-heart attack. Everything just amplified that all I can say is
Bedlam, bedlam, Bedlam
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