i can feel myself talking in riddles
as the world stares back with a question mark
i strip the peels off of every thing in front of me
all because of the trips i embarked
simply answer the questions to cross the bridge
yet the answers are thrown out soon after thought
can a mind like mine every be seen for more then a laugh
nothing but understanding is sought
misinterpreting ever word that is spoken
making it unreal to see my side of the earth
when will the sun rise up on it
i need to shed some light on lines i birth
Author notes
some times it gets old when talking to people how have no idea what your saying.
really hard to text for me. 
you dig?
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haha the title is great as is the poem. is it code you use? hopefully youre getting it all.
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this is... pretty good actually. Couple of typos but I'll send them in a message.
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very unique and interesting, all in all wonderful!
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