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To interrupt His Yellow Plan
The Sun does not allow
Caprices of the Atmosphere—
And even when the Snow

Heaves ***** of Specks, like Vicious Boy
Directly in His Eye—
Does not so much as turn His Head
Busy with Majesty—

’Tis His to stimulate the Earth—
And magnetize the Sea—
And bind Astronomy, in place,
Yet Any passing by

Would deem Ourselves—the busier
As the Minutest Bee
That rides—emits a Thunder—
A Bomb—to justify—

Prince Eric goes to school,
He has curly hair,
Buys cheap cars & sells them,
He's rich.

You're not trying to,
You wired maniac,
I was trying,

Yall are anoyying

Remove the shackles from your wrists,
The chains around your ankles,
The weight off your back,
All of this because ,
I lack,
Intelligence,
Capability,
Motherly instincts,
Cleanliness,
Skinny,
I LACK THE THE DESIRE TO KNEEL DOWN AT YOUR FEET AS YOU WHIP ME WITH ALL YOUR WORDS CRAWLING AWAY HELPLESS AND MORE BROKEN THAN THE LAST TIME. PLEASE JUST TELL ME HOW MUCH MORE WORTHLESS I AM THAN YESTERDAY. WRITE IT IN FINE INK ACROSS MY SOUL. ITS BECAUSE I LACK. I LACK. I LACK. I WAS JUST AN ACCIDENT. AN UNCALLED FOR MISTAKE. IM NO JESUS BUT PLEASE HANG ME ON YOUR CROSS FOR ALL YOUR SINS. TELL ME HOW ITS FOR THE BEST. THE SCARS ON MY FEET & CHEST WERE ALL ACCIDENTS LIKE MYSELF. ITS SELFISH TO CRY BECAUSE NO ONE WILL HELP. JUST STARE AT YOUR REFLECTION YOU UNCANNY GIRL. YOU ARE NOTHING OF ME AND ALL OF HIM ALL OF HIS DEMONS.

I was conceived in a drug induced hellish rage, because life ******. Not out of love or passion. I'll believe this until the end of my time.


PLEASE LOOK AT ME, LOOK ME IN MY EYES AND TELL ME ALL MY PAINS GONE WITH YOUR WORDS TELL ME. YOU CANT CAUSE YOULL BE LYING. GOD WHERE ARE YOU IS THIS LIFE THE THORN IN MY SIDE KEEP ME SO HUMBLE I CANT EVEN SPEAK. WHERE ARE YOU GOD I HEAR YOU TALKING WHY CANT YOU JUST SPEAK.

I don't know what to write
I'm tired
Of everything
They say I look so happy
I'm tired
Little do they know
I've trained my appearance
To be the opposite of my
Mind and my soul
I'm tired
You look happy
Well darling the answer is simple
There is a war going on inside of me