Poetic rhymes flow through my mind like water down a mountain.
Slowly wearing away at the ground that is my mind, concealed only by the beautiful words of pain that flow down the hills of the years of my life.
Eventually the beauty fades and the river of poetic beauty runs dry revealing the deep scar etched into the hillside.
Distorting the once tranquil and surreal enviroment, turning it into a dark and twisted landscape of a poor boys life.
Over time the river is forgotten, overtaken by the years, only to resurface to destroy an establishment of a useful mind















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"Restlessness is always driving me, and i cannot help it" - Charles Dickens.
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The night he moved out was terrible/That evening she went through hell/ His absence wasn't the problem/But the corkscrew had gone as well.
-The Loss by Wendy Cope-
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