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Become Worse

by Antonio_Jones

It's shiver. It's a spur. Inappropriate. Some cure. Help. Good sir. Hello madam. I'm a child. Much to wild. Thought I was mild. I thought ridiculous. When I said insane. But now there is, Something wrong with my brain. Casausing any respect, To just be pain. It's taking reign. The lazy. The original. Becoming worse. And closing as main. Taking control, Of I what I had stole, Tried to fix, Now it just licks, Teasing the end. I tried to stop, No more depend But now I have sunk, Into the deep end. I don't think I can fend. I tried to defend, Any progress I'd made, But now to others, I just offend, What is been paid, My effort, Small bit of sanity, Now it's debt. My mind decomposing. Reasoning opposing. Sexual context corroding. No more coding. No more to help. I am out of what I need. I don't know what it is. The sanity I no longer bleed? The voice I didn't feed? My mind is hazy. You can really call me crazy, Cause I really feel it breaking, No longer stopping forsaking. I can't stop faking. The lies will continue raking. The stories continue taking. No more trust. I am now in rust. I hurt. The only people who may have liked me, Probably felt bad for me. That's most likely. A lot of people, May think I am just a steeple, Something to have crumble, Climb over, To meet actual people. I ruin any social contact. Where did I sign, Can I burn the contract? I don't like this. It was worthless. Doomed from the beginning. You can insert this. Into a record of the failures. I don't need friends. I need to leave. Only believe. In my imagination. I can't escape, What is me. Sorry. I hope my classmates see this. I apologise. For the trouble I caused. I'll never get better. I want to stay paused. Muted. Because only then, Can people accept me, So I am sorry. I wish I was better. But it was done long ago. The tendrils in stone. I am irratation to the bone. Hide me in a cone. Never contact me, I am used to it. Don't need you to phone. I'd rather stay alone.
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14 / M
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Antonio_Jones
14 / M
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Jan 5, 2019
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