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My Runny Nose

by @freakshow

My nose is runny God knows which illness it’s from My head is hurting I don’t know how it’s still on I am still aching After all the breaking that was done I am still burning Oh how the table’s turning No one had a part in this self rightous suicide Everyone was afraid of what would be my homicide It isn’t okay to do It is terrible if you continue to refuse to conform You can’t make yourself happy Just calm down and let us make the rules My nose is runny God knows which illness it’s from My death is coming It sure knows how to haunt I am still lying That I am alright I am still crying That they already got a bite Now I am running God knows where I am really from My end is coming Who Knows if it’s the real one? I am still dying But I know how to hide From the ones who are in control Who make everything so dull
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Sep 5, 2018
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