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I am the blue of a bruise. I am the black of the bags under your eyes. I am the tar in your lungs, I am the acid in your throat, I am the venom in your veins. I am shivering out of fear And insecurities. I am shaking out of hatred, And all the rage you possess. I am making the music louder Louder Louder Louder Too loud. I am curled in a corner, With a blanket pulled over your head. I am the poison you know All too well. I am the reason you say You're probably going to hell. I am disgust I am rage I am the reason You don't make it To the end of the day. I am all your deep seeded Insecurities And I'm coming out to play.
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Oct 16, 2016
Oct 16, 2016 at 6:36 PM UTC
Insecure
I am the blue of a bruise. I am the black of the bags under your eyes. I am the tar in your lungs, I am the acid in your throat, I am the venom in your veins. I am shivering out of fear And insecurities. I am shaking out of hatred, And all the rage you possess. I am making the music louder Louder Louder Louder Too loud. I am curled in a corner, With a blanket pulled over your head. I am the poison you know All too well. I am the reason you say You're probably going to hell. I am disgust I am rage I am the reason You don't make it To the end of the day. I am all your deep seeded Insecurities And I'm coming out to play.
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Oct 16, 2016
Oct 16, 2016 at 6:36 PM UTC
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