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Prick the memories,
Jagged fragments stolen I cannot get back to the epicenter.
I wear my past on my hands; deeply engrained ink is all I have left.
Please do not tell me it must of been hard to be me as a kid.
To come to an understanding we must all be the same
But the coding was wrong I like it best this way I do not want to be part of the stream.
Colors all seem to fade the same way,
All those things you told me made me feel free.
Respecting you was easy; careless I am sure how far will I push to find the lining?
I know I wrote you as the enemy repeatedly but it is easier to read that way.
Some things just is not allowed,
Something in the air just dose not feel right.
Been staring at the same unfinished project for far too long,
Millions of ideas of how to finish this and move on flood me every moment of every day
But then what will bug me?
Stuck in a constant flux giving birth
To a vortex back to some perfect moments
But I cannot keep telling the same broken stories.
The closure lies beyond this final hill,
Stuck pushing this car all by myself.