Ive learned to live in the home Ive created, I knew I was doomed here from the very beginning when I saw life through the eyes of a painting forever traped there as if my life had no meaning. I tried to escape seen through others seated, but I just dug deeper in the home Ive created. mental pain, from dampness below, I must travel far from my mind that suffers the blow. on the day of deaths red laughter, I could see the man who coverd me trying to dig faster but it was still warmer than the life I once knew, lifted me up, oh........how I once flew. Life has heartless jokes to play on the beaten but thats not why I live in the home Ive created. I live from time to time once of twice, But To live in my home so deep will always surfice. I bundle up in the blankets of the past, never remembering what put me here, what didn't last. I lie my head on the broken rocks, 2'X6' wooden box, 2'X6' wooden box, 2'X6' wooden box.
Reason for writing:
create what lasts for you,not for others.
sorry bad speller.
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