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I found poetry I wrote when I was around 17 and 18 years old. I used to type it up and put it in a binder. I have always felt so much great sadness.

Have you ever felt alone even while standing in an open room with people all around you? Or even better being with a person and slowly starting to notice them stepping away from you? Less kisses, less hugs, less laughter. Less smiles, less love, more resentment. You can't even seem to breathe with them around anymore. The air is suffocating and you begin to gasp for air. They see you struggling and hurting. Scratches began forming on your throat as you claw at it trying to take in a breath. You see them watching you as if in a daze. Just standing there.

L.L

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WU TANG CLAN || A BETTER TOMORROW

My love for Wu-Tang!

Like if you still listen to 36 chambers in 2020.

Respect.

My favorite artists series

"Enter The Wu-Tang"

Ink on paper

11" x 7.5"

Keep Calm and Protect yourself from the virus!

Ol’ Dirty Bastard Mural Bedford Ave Brooklyn, NY