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Do you really know "Me"


Hmmm funny ,how sympathy can turn into empathy ..please spare me the generosity
I feast on your same ,and happiness

Hmm animosity. soon you'll see the truth in me, but honestly you cant handle the truth. My soul is half way too empty;darkness is what heals me;why because i was born in it, i put myself into it, reformulated into a different being, a difficult one to understand.The darkness keeps me safe, let me explain it in more detail; for those who are confused, and mentally trapped,and confined from there own free well blinded by emotions . 15years ago i was known as ,pie pie ,i was bad, foolish ,and my hart didn't exists...10 years i was known as ej, in middle school i had ambition, driven to make a change, ;my words ,and melody's where to fast,learned how to play 4 instruments ,i thought i was the ish, such as;piano, harmonica that soulful shit, oops excuse my French , the melody's of pervasiveness,and inspirational words of poetic speeches. Hmm are u confused ,you should be, there's no one in this social media who knows me. No one. take a glass of crystal clear water ,and a glass of purified water, nether is clean with in ,but it is on the outside..2 months i was known as eli,buddy , cool kid with the sleek whip= (car) ,but couldn't pay all his rent, cute guy with a body , a guy with ambitions &drive, the boy who cries wolf, the kid who published two books,the guy that could sing his heart out while girls blush ,the kid who lived in different places, seen so many faces and friends he lost count,nor counted because he knew trying to make friends was worthless because his house was the road of inconsistent changes . regrets... i would be stupid if i didn't have non . now lets be real, there's no one on this earth that know what real is,because we are blinded by foolishness ,hmm I'm done,pllz its funny how sympathetic people ,can turn into empathetic preachers ..

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