crippled.A Poem by thenudebicyclistWith everyday spent alone , the hate and confusion i harbor build to frightfull levels. the capacity i posses to retain these levels is un-godly. my image and my personality is a lie. i've lost myself to this world, i'd like to say i faught the good fight. i'd like to say i stuck it out till the end... i'd like to say i've won.. but that would be a lie.
This was an up-hill battle from the start, i never stood a chance because i never could stand. this frustartion, this social and personal vendetta ripped me to shreds and all i was able to to was idoly sit by and watch.
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Added on July 10, 2012 Last Updated on July 10, 2012 Authorthenudebicyclisttucson, AZAboutim an introvert. writing and making music are my outletts for the bottled up emotions i have more..Writing
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