Confessions P1

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Submitted: September 19, 2016

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Submitted: September 19, 2016



Thinking is fun, my thoughts aren't though.

There is value to me, in the significance of loving somone that is.

is there value to them?

In accordance to my love?

I know there is.


No, no I do not actually, but I hope so.


I smoke, and I drink.

Sometimes for fun, other times to let loose, mostly to forget unanswered questions, so many unanswered.

Am I Crazy? Will I be?

Can I be real? Will I be?

Why am I selfish? Will I be? When the time comes?

Wouldn't god be merciful? Will I be? When it matters?

Is there a mesiah to heal her? Will I be? That man, for her?


The only time I feel satisfied is when I am dying.

I am trying.

You're fighting.

Fuck the flames of a fireplace where I am living if you aren't.


I don't like it when you call yourself a walking corpse Vos, you wont die, you promised with a kiss.

But watch, I'll heal you yet.

With all my power, strength, and vibes some kind of magical miracle has to happen.

But no.

Your health funneled out slowly.

I am no Buddha, Jesus, or Muhammad. No mesiah.


I kept picking you up, when you were down.

It seemed to go from months to days when you'd need it.

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