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Why can't one of the bugs That bit my feet Carry malaria And end my existence For me? Why can't I trade me life My electric pulse My energy With someone else who Wants it? Why can't everyone Ignore me, rather than Just most people? Why can't they make it Easier? All of those people in accidents. All of those people who Didn't have a choice. I want to trade places. I wish to.
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Sep 25, 2013
Sep 25, 2013 at 6:54 PM UTC
While Walking "Home"
Why can't one of the bugs That bit my feet Carry malaria And end my existence For me? Why can't I trade me life My electric pulse My energy With someone else who Wants it? Why can't everyone Ignore me, rather than Just most people? Why can't they make it Easier? All of those people in accidents. All of those people who Didn't have a choice. I want to trade places. I wish to.
I needed to get these thoughts down somewhere before they consumed me.
lauren-rayne
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Sep 25, 2013
Sep 25, 2013 at 6:54 PM UTC
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