Being Loaned The Secrets Of Life
learning to like life by living through loss and mistakes,
lessons learned then gradually surfacing,
letting go stripping naked to scream,
I am not perfect nor do I ought to be,
I am alive during this world of face first falls and public breakdowns,
I'm a retarded disfigured kind,
dying to be heard for the simple art of letting this heavy wall down for a final fall,
I'm an equal being or no race or any kind of color,
A hallucination if you will,
Sneaking into the lives of strangers,
and letting them disintegrate to a replacement rhythm just to feel better,
When I was young I was dumb,
and lost my good faith,
I wish i could go to sleep and wake up to forget all the things I have done,
And actually keep the promises that I make to the people around me,
But life goes on right?
And that's what makes me remain independently happy.
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