A little poem or whatever you would like to call it:
I walk to Forsyth park
A man yells at another man that he has a knife
I don鈥檛 mind
I walk away from Forsyth park
There are two homeless people at Thomas square sitting on two separate benches
I don鈥檛 mind
A roach crawls across the porch when I get do the door
I have a great fear of roaches
But I don鈥檛 mind
My parents stay silent when I walk through the door
I don鈥檛 mind
I think about sleeping outside on the back porch tonight
I don鈥檛 mind
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Even every single organ of my falls down at the ground, I'll find you.
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It's like an echo. Half remembered. Can you feel it?
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You know where to find me. I will always be here.
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We need to do a little parkour but don't fall! or else you'll
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It is a pretty popular place but nobody is here!
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