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I didn't think it would be like this wandering waiting pacing and impatiently stating I'm not supposed to be here. My hands stopped trembling years ago. Separated from the rest Its for the best they say as they force the pills down every day I'm not supposed to be here. Every word confirms my inability to conform Imprisoned physically for in-dependency my mind does not need societies' hypocritical parasitical way of thought. I'm not supposed to be here.
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Mar 18, 2017
Mar 18, 2017 at 2:34 PM UTC
conformity
I didn't think it would be like this wandering waiting pacing and impatiently stating I'm not supposed to be here. My hands stopped trembling years ago. Separated from the rest Its for the best they say as they force the pills down every day I'm not supposed to be here. Every word confirms my inability to conform Imprisoned physically for in-dependency my mind does not need societies' hypocritical parasitical way of thought. I'm not supposed to be here.
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Mar 18, 2017
Mar 18, 2017 at 2:34 PM UTC
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