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crazy writer


Not a sharp tool I am
but I don’t give a damn
call me unhinged, broken or weird
I’m the kinda guy your mom feared
that you would turn out to be
cause I thrive in insanity
too different to be included in a mediocre society
the one who has dived deep into the sea
the one who is the sole survivor in the city
of grayscale and monochrome life
the only one who strives
now to see the color
the one who doesn’t care much about dollars
the man who rhymes and writes
the man whose crime still fights
among themselves, yea all I need is a pen and a paper
just to sit and write and savor
the curves and lines that he makes
writing about the hates an eyes he takes
from this stereotypical world
the man who has sold
his soul to the devil
the man who no longer needs T.V cable
cause the devil has already made a sweet deal with him
a short life for freedom it seems
so he- I enjoy this freedom of words
where I can write and blurt
as much as I want to cause I’ve
lived a thousand lives
in each character that cries
in each character that laughs
be it elves or dwarves
I live in my creations
I’ve ruled a thousand nations
 I am a survivor, a fighter
but the world just sees me as a crazy writer…
(that’s just who I am. Give me some tea, some smokes, a copy and a pen and I can sit on my ass the whole day just writing and thinking and talking to myself)
-yakaa: jujaan

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