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May 2016
This is it. I'm a ******* mess
My anger is building
Its pumping right outta my chest.

I run for safety but it's me!
I'm the ******* disaster breaking free.
I best myself up over that petty *** ****
But I can't seem to make anything fit.
What the **** do i see in the mirror?
Its just another ****, nothing clear.

I'm a monster even considered worthless.
Go bad to your hole you dug and lay yourself to rest.
This world ain't for sinners like you boy!
Who the **** waits around for some kind of course.
You're simply just a mess...
Nothing greater, get the **** outta my house before no one comes to save you.
MikeyP
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MikeyP  Ghost Town
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