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Sep 2018
I wanted somebody
To tell me
That I was precious
I wanted somebody
To tell me
That I was gracious
I wanted somebody
To tell me
That I was ferocious
But now I want somebody
To tell me
That I am
Devious
Envious
Furious
Delirious
Insidious
I want somebody to help me
I screamed it loud like a banshee
Somebody to make me feel alright
Make me shine so bright
Make me see the daylight
Lead me with their flashlight
Get rid of the parasite
Never put up a fight
Is it too late
To set things right
Tired of carrying the weight
Don't let it, don't let it, don't let it
Escalate
Or I will, I will, I will
Eliminate
Secrets Are Made To Hide
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