A beautiful decay for what’s outside is a shell that I hide my insides
Living this hell I dwell on past life, I might as well I mean I’ve lived twice
Once in the physical once in the spiritual then rose like a phoenix
But with me stayed my residuals my issues that
Can’t be solved in one lifetime pitiful
But don’t pity me I pity ya’ll
Got two legs but can’t seem to crawl
Got two hands but can't seem to draw
Got two eyes but can't see at all
nice poem!!!!
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