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I think I’ll need more. I’m feeling stuck like a bird. In a paper cage.
G. Pearson
Smoke billows—neck rests Lungs expand & catch fire I’m set for success
My habits chewed me. Up & Out my high and lows. I reclaimed the loop
the ab***** ones know how to hold a woman i should stop talking
‘Things will have to change If you want me in your life’ -Last Conversation
To do right then judge Misses the bigger picture Climbing just to fall
I wish I was home They say “Office Makes Progress” But home is headspace
True, perfect weather To get my life together Rain of fiery stars
When I was in sales I felt free to be myself An alcoholic
Ghosts are in your head. Good angels, not humans felled. Monitor the feed.