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Nov 2019
All I want is a chance to prove to anyone, I’m worth it.
Still broken…

Dark nights; ghosts dance, mind screams: HYPOCRITE.
Still Broken…

My sins before me flayed, staring into the fire.
STILL BROKEN.

My angels demons betrayed, alone I face their ire.
STILL BROKEN.

Teary eyes raised, solution searching.
STILL BROKEN.

Corruptions blazed, damnation lurking.
still broke…




still human




But that’s ok.
© Dysphoria, 2019
Noah Smith
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Noah Smith  22/M/Listening to the Crickets
(22/M/Listening to the Crickets)   
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