Traped
A rich man walks a poor mans fait a poor man walks a rich man mind trapped in his reality the rich man draws a rusted blade along his veins as he watch the poor mans fait slide down his wrist and his pain drops from blank slates like the river the poor man walk in search for the rich mans mind find the beauty in nothing and the evil in everything
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