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~Saboteur~ I've kind developed a penchant to stare in the mirror with a smirk and a venomous kind of energy like don't pretend that you're a friend to me when we're both well aware that who's staring back is a jerk yeah I tend to be my own worst enemy intentionally penning things with immense propensity to offend the weak even when it's me sheerly contented to amend the bleak I'm trying to find faith feels like mine is disappearing when every precipice I climb it's like great yet the next one's even more fearsome I'd kind of like to slow my mind down but I'm afraid of evil spirits interfering so I tried grinding by my way on a Friday with some fucking perseverance cause that was my day and I thought my thoughts might clear if I just popped off the sidewalk enough times like maybe I could fly if I kept jumping off rocks or onto ledges edges sliding through my problems trying to sheer them but all I solved was silencing the awful thoughts until I stopped then I could hear them skating and writing are this kind of mind type catharsis for me to help by penetrating through the darkness when my thoughts get daunted by harshness emanating cold hearted remarks barking boldly from my own subconscious since my inner dialogue charts ships across swaths of rocks where it's far from harmless readily charging my smartness barging my hardships even when I seem dreadfully heartless it might seem less grim from the outside looking in where as a spectator if you don't want to view it you can choose to avoid it but try to comprehend that I've been trapped inside the confines of chronic disappointment in my life just struggling to swim when I can barely stay afloat much less coast through the disasters that are intent on battering me backwards as I'm trying to cross an entire ocean of my troubles on scraps of passion I keep needing to salvage from the trash to craft a boat made out of hope though honestly I'm not certain that even my best efforts could qualify as a raft when the scattered tatters collapse fact is I've been at the end of my rope tired of the waiting (weighting) when I'm heavily impatient I get that it's kind of senseless trying to make the present last when in the future what I more find precious will have faded away into the past mentally so much more than capable but emotionally I'm like diethyl ether hydroperoxide I'm chemically unstable unsure if eventually I'll even out and become someone who's more able or if there is no cure and I'm simply cursed to live in this existence with my morals consistently twisted and mislabeled as fiction fables when they've meticulously insisted in only limiting what's ridiculously conspicuous with invictus type conviction as the main entree on the table add a pinch of gifted linguistics as a side dish and the friction can get more intense (in tents) than the army barmy as the carny we call politics it's blarney nonsense we've enabled dropping bars like a narcissistic friggin smart-smith farther than the reach of the teacher's treasured yardsticks ripping harder than a prison yard shiv can't measure me with lesser means when I harness mohs so please don't lecture me on hardness soft rappers keep acting claiming they're B.A. so elementary when I barium like parsnips the spice is pretty sweet to me though they seem to have a tendency to cry like they can't take the heat when they listen to my spitten writtens diminish farses to fade away each time my rhymes come out to play. ~Jduhb (Justin Farrow)

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