G.Y.M.~ Growing Young Man 

Blood sweat and tears finally letting go of my fears. Pushing weight to release the stress. Lifting steal plates of 45s to kill those demons inside. My self-conscious mind constantly takes me to a place where I only have conversations with shadows. Screams echoing like the beat of her empathy is what she had for me. Placing my head on her chest I realize my lips are connected to the cold plates that I thought was her breast. Cold and heartless her love doesn’t live here anymore. But in this gym with these weights we’re connected as one. So I lift and I lift but my strength won’t let me push you out. So I shout. Every grunt and moan baby please just come home. ~ J.A.A.G

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