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Nov 2015
Im lonely,
everyone else is better than me-
Staying true to myself isn't my cup of tea,
Oh Love help me see where i'm supposed to be.

My mood swings are occasional,
Feeling lonesome leaves me dysfunctional,
if im all alone, im a hypocritical radical.

Love? check.
Friends got my back,
Heart? black.
Exterior in check.

Pitch black blasphemy,
in my thoughts-its all me.
Smiles tears,
Occasional fears,
Hypocracy at its finest- Yes that's me!

Im a jack of all trades,
hands holding a thousand blades,
Brain filled with varying spades-
Putting emotions into compact crates.

My mind's a mess,
My thoughts ablazed.
Happiness is gone,
Hello my true self- begone.
Ricia
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