The saying goes keep your friends close and your enemies closer... Who knows you most? Who knows your Scars...who peels your scabs... Who opens unhealed wounds...
Not much of a man yet... Feel lesser than... Can't stand to speak in this foggy mist of stress so I send in a text in jest. My emotions are dead but is soon resuscitated by my hatred.... I can't escape its translucent aura... Left with immoral rational thoughts to umbrella the hail of hurt. It works momentarily, but only to dwindle away off into the ominous night. The morning I awake to the same pain... I tried to flee...that friend in my thoughts it softly says “remember me?" I run...but where to?
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