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Nov 2017
Why do they worry?
Do I really need help?
They don't understand what I feel inside
To them, I'm a dream, so full of pride

Berating me: incessant
Voluminous worry: effervescent
Forgiving; not I, not me
Yet still I fly: I'm free

Lock me down, chain me to my bed
Heavy is the crown, that sits upon my head
I'll let you interpret.
Joe Beau
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Joe Beau  18/M/The Void
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