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The man I came to be


I lay at night with a cluster of feeling and thoughts in my head.
I've spent thousands of nights alone wondering if there was an end

I've been high and I've been low, in look out for the so called light at the end of the tunnel

i don't give up because I look for hope, yet sometimes I wonder if there is someone there that will save me from the nightmare that I call myself. 
sometimes I wonder if I'm broken or if I'm a flaw ready to be erased and re drawn. -Brayan Estrada 

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Brytos
<p>I wrote this with a cluttered mind butterflies and roaches flying around&nbsp;</p>
Brytos
<p>I write this with a troubled mind filled with roaches and butterflies&nbsp;</p>

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