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When can u speak a truth,

When its full of topical and cosmetically applied over the bed of miscontrued lies over lies.

Yet a simple speak of the white but never too black of a color that do shades a bed when all was done never said.

An image of an illusion that cannot be seen by the hand, does my eye covet of all lies never any of the fact of life that leeches and never dries

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For the love of

And the might

Nor the will of any way

But in a case then that 

Or this to those,

Yet somehow in all of brouhaha

So life can just be.

👣👣👣🐌😭

©oam

® artsydhude 97-18

™XENOphagz

Open letters, fr:Hope

To despair,

I would like to tell you, you can live on everyday grieving.

Yet your emptiness is wallowing nothing but a trauma of mountainous shitpile.

Get your mind out of yourself, you will see you are crying over nothing

you are murdering yourself and will get into a bitter rage that one day will soon make it more damaging then fixing a little of yourself.

In time you will see, you can smile again.

Hope I can see you not smile, but to laugh more than cry.
Sincerely Hope.

😎😏🎭💕😏😎

©oam

®artsydhude 7-18

™XENOphagz