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Apr 2017
Do you ever feel stuck,
Pulling and stretching,
Just to get out of your skin?

People see and smile,
Their stupid pity glow,
Expecting it to fix it all.

So you just scream it off,
Until the blood pours,
And police coming running.

With their sympathy and happy pills.
Written by
Lost Poet  I don't even know anymore
(I don't even know anymore)   
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