UNCIVILIZED hastywords / November 5, 2014 WRITTEN BY ST MARY AND HASTYWORDS Thrown into a role for survival This couldn’t be further from me It killed my art and my pride Is it any wonder I’m always anesthetized? The days don’t belong to me And my dreams, well… They are stored inside drawers of metal Inside folders filed and alphabetized Killing time that’s killing me Waiting for my security So used to the bottom dropping out Just waiting and trying to stay equalized The sun shines again each day Just not on me And the darkness isn’t just dark It spews anger leaving me victimized Focus all I want Inside my head are taunts A brain shaken and damaged From a place I write off as uncivilized Share this:TweetMoreShare on TumblrPocketTelegramEmailPrintLike this:Like Loading...
This makes me want to get a boat and come and get you. I don’t know why a boat. It fits though. LikeLike Reply
HASTYWORDS 
and in the chaos i discovered who i was, and i was cured, great story
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It was my pleasure to write with you. Let’s make sure it’s not the last. ❤
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This makes me want to get a boat and come and get you. I don’t know why a boat. It fits though.
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Another punch to the emotional kidneys…
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Reblogged this on georgeforfun.
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