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Aug 2015
Another shot at dignity as I sink into this chair,
I look around this room and I catch your evil stares,
Your eyes pierce like razors and I want to pull my hair,
Don't look at me, I'm hideous, there's nothing to compare,
I hate my life, I want to die, life just isn't fair,
I hate this place, I want to leave, return me to my lair,
I'll hide away, every day, until grey takes my hair,
Alone, I'll sit, never missed, like I'm in a snare,
Ragged clothes, broken bones, completely worse for wear,
You'll all walk by, grinning bright, without a ******* care.
Harley D Mowls
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