Tripping Down Memory Lane

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wherever I am

whoever I’m with

my only paradise

is in my mind; a myth

I don’t see palm trees

I see the wind blowing through

I don’..

from the womb to walking

I’ve felt the same

self-hatred stew

brewing in my brain

the longer I look

the more I despise

what stares back..

deep in thought

no one to think about

as I lost myself

everyone else tended to walk out

sometimes I need you

but no one is there

after I check in,

I’m already checked out

my body is present

but my mind’s out and about

I come here for help

yet receive anythin..

as I walk towards my future,

I can’t help but trip over my past

cracks in my street and knives in my back

I need to get through this, and fast..