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Jun 2017
We're all ******* up
In our own special way
So when you tell me this pain makes me special
I'll tell you I'm ill

I'll tell you that every day
My ribs feel like collapsing
Because my chest is not strong enough
To take the daily beating

I'll tell you that fighting
Fire with fire has formed embers
Within that torch my soul
I am burned out

And as the demons
Take up residence in my mind
My thoughts are evicted
Until there's nothing left behind

Each capillary sliced gifts thousands of
Red flags waving their condolences
As I search for a white handkerchief to
Wave in reply

I'm not unique
Because so many others hurt just the same
I don't want to leave
But I hurt when I stay
We're all ******* up
In our own special way
Al
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Al  18/M
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