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Feb 2016
it's just embarrassing to speak to someone who doesn't want to listen
you don't have to tell me i'm sick
as if its something outlandish
i accept my illness
i've been in therapy for months
shows how little you know
or care to know (how little you care to know)
i guess it's more convienent for you to only see illness in me
to make me the permanent black sheep
(a bad seed)
the festering (open) sore of the family
Written by
Keenon Brice  Baltimore
(Baltimore)   
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