Writings on the wall so bold and sharp like the past that haunts me. Too many hands i've been dealt with that broke me'. Body laid like an atlas all inked ,routes and bruises like a well that never runs dry. Too many memories taunt me if only my mind could go blind. I need no reminders but the past like a ghost rider keeps dragging me back to hell. the writings on the wall so properly exclamated just reek judgment and discrimination ,in my reflection i see nothing but filth and the ink continues to extend on my wounded body , disgust has never been so loud. 

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