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“What was it?
that made me say Oh shit!
whom did I kiss?
that tore me to bits
what was that event?
what sent
me to the depths of despair
a despair that I can’t share
what made me stare? ;
a loss of someone I care?
just what was it?
that made me need my medicine kit?”
at the roof-top in the middle of the night
with no soul in sight
smokes a man with no delight
cramped feelings, torn emotions
but he expresses them through motions
of his wrist
and by banging his fist
but what was the trigger?
that made him this
a monster among man…
#obscure_halo
(it literally took me 30 mins to type this shit and it’s taking even more to upload it here. Some event that I can’t recall today made me… well her explode. I’m barely maintaining control over my own body and I’m wondering what was that trigger? Was it the psychiatrist visit???or the meet with #promise??? Or the talk with #batman??? Or something else???. Blurry vision, beeping ears and shaking hand with an upset stomach.  That’s Obscure halo for you)
-yakaaa: jujaa

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