STOP
A Year Has Passed.
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What has changed? When the steam, it rises and presses my brain. I search for people but don't say a word. I ride my skateboard till I hit the wood. I pedal home and yell FUCK its FORE? I stare at cars and plants and bees. At home I don't drink, well a sip of wine, I make some food, taking my time. I eat, NO I feast. Salad rice plates of beans, peanut butter its all for me.
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Empty and full I drop my spoon, lay on my back and dream of the moon. I am alone in my room. Maybe I'll meditate or maybe I'll read. I am on the road can't you see? This time last year, I felt like dying. The only change?
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I'm more afraid of trying.
I put my focus on writing.
I try to stop lying.
I don't guess people's thoughts.
I'm kinda sober and still just as lost.
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