ur energy is kinetic
ur artificial sympathy is pathetic i see right through ur aesthetic
sometimes i mistaken my own eyes as binoculars to the soul
as if i am really conscious of what i am seeing
i don't know if anything is real anymore
so i rather stay isolated
behold the untold
//e.b.
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DIRTY LAUNDRY
Poetryjust another underrated poetry book, a poetic photograph of the saddest months of my life from Jan 2016- May 2016 ***BEWARE PROFANITY***
