too much you, too much me

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i feel like an artist sometimes, too much emotions deep within that they start cutting each other.
the other day i blew it out in the air hoping it will rebounce and hit me
too bad, it went another way...


being too much involve in works unreal...things unheard and withholding responses
my call stay the same, stay the way crooked
i call it my day


you be my little buddy by my side, residing to the filths i have within
no, it is without. the art recall something that past away many miles
flying high by the waves of sound, bringing my thoughts thru joints of space