It’s a scary thing involving sacrifices and ghostly beauty
pressure gasping for air that irrevocably murders the aching
a never ending psychosis of dull love and fear for the sorrow
streets uninfested with the neverness of life and potential hope
home is a people it is a dry solitude it is a freedom
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My Multi-Purpose Lifestyle
'WHAT I THINK I SAY'
...with a twist
Happiness somewhere along the line