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May 2012
I'm done with this pain,
I don't know why I just can't seem to fit,
I'm a hopeless cause on this worldly epidemic,
The rain cannot fulfill my sorrows,
For my heart urns for the wrong thing,
I just can't seem to be happy knowing who I am,
Growing up in a nowhere land,
I just can't understand how I got this way,
Slowly driving myself off to never land,
I feel as if the inside of me has been dieing,
This could be the last nail in my sacred coffin,
Let this be the most dangerous thing that lets me go,
Ill live forever in my secret ways oh so clever,
As I lay as a corpse would,
And listen to the world run rampant in its own filth,
Sounding of the endless treacheries this world must endure,
As I bow down to the world,
I finally understand that I must never be that way,
The way that all humans expect,
Its time to be unique that is the one gracious thing,
That makes us all Human.
Conor Cleveland
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