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Feb 2015
i got so many ******* things to say
but nothing anyone wants to listen to
you just want to turn away from the dark
pretend im not here
and run off to those fake pretty lights

you go with the rest of them
stuff your fat ******* face
with the **** your told to consume

maybe my negative face will find a place
and the world falls silent behind my incessant screaming
it couldn't be more wrong and ****** up
why don't you ******* see????

perhaps I knew a place far beyond this
I know how much better life could be
and thats why I hate it so much right now
could i be just like you?
Alexander Montgomery Dawson
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Alexander Montgomery Dawson  26/M
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