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1717 west 3rd
What was once my home
Now it's windows are boarded up
The quaint place I grew up
Reminiscent of my past
I sit upon the shed as I did as a kid
Though I'm not a kid anymore
I lost everything that made me feel secure
I sit there
In my own sense of discomfort
Stuck with the thoughts you never cared to think about twice
I don't have any advice
Don't throw away your life
I promise if you genuinely want it to be, it'll eventually will work out alright
Don't fear death
Living in fear isn't how we're supposed to live life
Before I had molehills to sort
Before this place only offered a squatter comfort
I lived there until my father needed alcohol to deal with shit
Till the devil was blamed for the stupid shit he did
This world can be nasty
They'll feign compassion till they're close enough to hurt you
An wonder why you couldn't care whenever they thought to desert you
I can't say I cared as much as you
You can also embody the care you had for me in a single boohoo
From a mind that's immensely painful to sort
I gotta leave before I end up on a police report
#LostPlace
© mario2895
Now it's windows are boarded up
The quaint place I grew up
Reminiscent of my past
I sit upon the shed as I did as a kid
Though I'm not a kid anymore
I lost everything that made me feel secure
I sit there
In my own sense of discomfort
Stuck with the thoughts you never cared to think about twice
I don't have any advice
Don't throw away your life
I promise if you genuinely want it to be, it'll eventually will work out alright
Don't fear death
Living in fear isn't how we're supposed to live life
Before I had molehills to sort
Before this place only offered a squatter comfort
I lived there until my father needed alcohol to deal with shit
Till the devil was blamed for the stupid shit he did
This world can be nasty
They'll feign compassion till they're close enough to hurt you
An wonder why you couldn't care whenever they thought to desert you
I can't say I cared as much as you
You can also embody the care you had for me in a single boohoo
From a mind that's immensely painful to sort
I gotta leave before I end up on a police report
#LostPlace
© mario2895
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