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Jan 2018
All that I have
Just so I can please you

It's not healthy...
It's not THAT bad
Hand-made torture I go through

Isn't it blinding?
The pain, it hurts much
Psychotic and frightened-
Man, this is so sad

Like sulphuric acid
Not the best to touch
The question that's biting is
Are all my goods bad?

Are all my goods bad?
Are ALL my goods bad?

All this mental dieing...
The life I'll never have.

Are ALL my goods bad?
Are ALL my goods BAD?

Believe me, I'm TRYING,
But my sanity's tad.
...Another hard day...
Written by
Asominate  19/Agender/Guyana, South America
(19/Agender/Guyana, South America)   
   Lior Gavra
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