Who do you write for?
He wanted to tell you
Of false accusations and shame and parting unpaid
To walk across Kansas in a howling blizzard at Yuletide
Alone, frozen in body and mind while his soul flamed with rage
He wanted to talk of a time when even Death jeered him on
To trudge to a place that was not home and knew him not
And how he hid himself in raggedness and sleaze
But eons passed, the old world changed
The words to tell you still aren’t there
For Rusty Armor is who you see
Rusty's Armory 
November 2, 2018 at 8:28 am
xoxo
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November 2, 2018 at 8:55 am
I know what this is about, and I know exactly what you mean. But Rusty should still tell the story 💖
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November 2, 2018 at 8:57 am
If I ever find the words …
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November 2, 2018 at 9:04 am
Free your mind of all this other rubbish in the world, and you will. I believe in you.
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November 2, 2018 at 1:24 pm
I must admit to being in the dark but like this nonetheless. Please continue …
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November 2, 2018 at 3:14 pm
… maybe because it was written darkly? 😛
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November 2, 2018 at 3:19 pm
It’s about not writing something because the wrong people would see it …
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November 2, 2018 at 5:50 pm
What I should have said was that I didn’t know your back story; however, I enjoyed what you posted. 🙂
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November 2, 2018 at 5:51 pm
“It’s about not writing something because the wrong people would see it …”
That makes sense!
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