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Jul 2019
My head is a carousel that never ceases
Driving me insane
Growing more irritable as time rages on
Two walls pressing together
Crushing the rational thought
My face has distraught
Written all over  it
Sorry If I look like I hate you
That's how I feel about the cards I've been dealt
Over and over
I have to be a modern day Thomas Edison
To get anything accomplished
Some days feel like I'm being admonished
I want to scream but I don't want to scare anyone
How can I feel hopeful
When I reach a dead end everywhere I go
I'm trying so hard to keep it to myself, I hope you know
None of it is your fault
Drugs and alcohol won't help me cope
I'll just worsen in this state
I hope my sanity and focus can elope
I've had my goals under a scope
I'm angry at being alive like this and myself but never you
Negative but too optimistic to ask for help
We're at a crossroads
You might want to turn around
There's too much road work ahead
Peter Robert Hamilton
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Peter Robert Hamilton  21/M/Texas
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