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Feb 2018
I don't feel pain. Pain is
Something in your head.
Please believe me. I know this.
It's something that I read...
In a textbook with pages so
Thin, I think I bled,
From the papercut I craved, but
I really meant to dread.

Yeah, I meant to dread it,
But I craved it and I yearned
For the quick sensation of the
Stinging and the burn.
And I was gonna say ouch, but
Didn't I just learn
That pain is an illusion?
So, I guess it didn't hurt.

But what if it did hurt
And I'm really just a sheep?
Scrutinizing all these books,
Always tryna sound deep.
And I wanna feel strong,
But I'm really quick to weep.
Always smiling in the day, but
Hope to die within my sleep.

But when I fall asleep,
I never get the chance to pass.
Man, a silent, painless death is
The only thing I asked.
And I never seem to get it.
And the pain seems to last.
And this shows I didn't learn
A single **** thing from class.
Misty Meadows
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Misty Meadows  21/F/Pennsylvania
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