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Aug 2017
A ceiling made of glass, why can't they let me be,
feast upon someone else's bones,
I do what they wished they could,
Their envy only frees me.

I act on natural instincts,
they are caged among gentlemen
Who are bigger freaks than I ever will be
they hide it well.

At least I am obvious
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danny  29/M/Melbourne/Ireland
(29/M/Melbourne/Ireland)   
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