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MY SPINNING HEAD

my spinning head

Spinning while remembering everything
Sometimes I would like to forget
My life has many secrets with thorns
Making me wish I could go back.

This wall over myself is concrete
And somethings I still see I just want to retreat.

I am who I am because of circumstances that I did not predict
Sometimes the things I know makes me sick.

People take life for granted.
Don't believe me, then look at the blood spilled that overflows our land with murder, malice, rage and suicide.

Our souls are filled with filth of many things hidden, no matter how beautiful you are, we are an imperfect race.

What most see is beauty that's skin deep
The real beauty is overflowing with fragrances so sweet, with many breathtaking colors, it would make you spin with bliss.


Today's world is filled with tech and fancy gadgets
No one is immune to it's whisper, or call.

This is the truth we need to realize
These are the things that for some reason really materialize.

All lives matter, no matter what race, color or creed.

I'm no different then anyone else
I'm also very flawed.


I'm am proud to have a life and live it to the fullest I will with great effort.






JT
Written by Inverted_poet29
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I have a lot going on not many people know. Writing is my way to let things out.
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