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May 2019
Now I can finally sleep off the pain that’s been festering all day,
Some bullies push me, call me ugly-*** ***, *****, and gay,
Why is that even an insult, I thought we were past this,
I thought we were moving forward, but society’s disastrous,
Now I can see that we’re not moving forward,
And not moving backwards, just stuck in stasis,
And we all get bored, with the same ol’ basis,
Repetitive responses and actions so please, I ask, may this,
All just end while I’m lying in her arms,
And while I’m dying there, please promise me no harm,
Will ever come to the love of my life,
Cause my baby girl doesn’t deserve the pain of strife,
Doesn’t deserve the cutting knife on smooth skin,
Lose, lose, no win, win,
Abuse, abuse, just sin, sin,
Pain, please leave us on this boring static day,
May the soothing touch of pleasurable chaos soon come our way.
Sketcher
Written by
Sketcher  18/M/Blaine, Washington
(18/M/Blaine, Washington)   
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       mila, Bogdan Dragos and Sketcher
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