Don'T Want To Sleep
I go to sleep
it might be too much
it's like I'm lifting the greatest thing
that has ever happen to me
is anything I touch
I care sometimes
I find the hair
I join a walk on the street
I join how far my fathers fought
to making me here
also you
Finding the painting
either be
whole life doesn't matter still is
Journey Journal a spice unheard
of words
either kept to my self
must I get it heard
money
the biggest dream
I need both
to push
shove the things I love
drawing something raw.... Ha!
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