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Dec 2019
an eternal feeling of **** this,
im nocturnal, lack of sleep making me look undead.

if it weren't for my lack of a brain,
i would've figured out a way,

to rid myself of this ****, but i'm managing today,
to keep myself from feeling insane

over the fact you're not the only one i can blame,
for the way i'm having all of this pain,

******* forever,
is all i can say
Jackson
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Jackson  20/M/Canada
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