How do i get by with out being high . Wishing God will give me a reason to just die. Trying to match the feeling i feel inside, as i walk the hallways with parasites. Who Breed with leaches with no eyes. Drowning with no fire to fight the struggle I strive. Changing to be accepted an love with passionate eyes… this type of life dont exist for a guy like I. Its over is what i believe, trying to heal the emotions that cry on my sleeve. where can i go when its i who became the dying breed.
KEITH BOND JR
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