step one
yes i have a problem
its not anyone’s fault that the world
gives cynics a loaded gun at birth
or that book smart street art
inspires me more
than any modern hero ever could
you see
the hole in my flesh smiled
like my lips never have
when i fed it
just before i turned around
to feed you lies
these pointless points
should not be my world
but inside the glass bubble
it’s all i have left
until it turns back to sand
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