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Oct 2015
Its only a figment of my misery,
Truth distorted and twisted to match my horrible mood.
I'm aware of the unreality behind the notion, but its weight compressess my bones,
Its too heavy for me to remain motionless.
Any act in the manner I have in mind would be self destructive,
But im willing to scar myself just to lighten the load.
Even if its only for a moment,
Believe me, I will have my rest.
theunrealist
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theunrealist  Louisiana
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