When the drugs kick in, I'm back to myself again. Everything that I need, involves all of my sin. I don't need you now, didn't need you then. I'll do this line, as soon as you say when.
When you don't see me, right in front of your eyes, I can't help but wonder, who wears the disguise? Are you the masked one, or am I fooling myself? Did we really do this? Start to do it yourself.
You don that disguise, and put your heart in a tomb. The glare in your eyes, steals the air from this room. Sometimes I hate you, and that person is me. You are the worst part, that I keep failing to see.
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Jesse O'Dell
An aspiring teacher, writer, yoga instructor, and outdoor enthusiast raised in the majestic Adirondack Mountains. I hope to inspire, motivate, and help others realize that they are not alone in this life: We're all hoping to live our TRUTH!
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