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Dec 2019
Where do I begin or end I am without any explanation of my sin I've chosen to stay mad because I understand why people are sad I'm ****** contagious and mighty in my mind teetering on the edge of insanity with my back to sublime I get bored with everyday life and depression is another label for a long drawn out death for 30 years il wait maybe 30 more il pay all my bills work and forever more be a ******* bore drill in my tired soul some more eat your heart out poe we all die wanting more I didn't ask for this so I won't ask for love or understanding or acceptance from above fill my mind with only ever my existences woes I count on fingers and toes all my scars and sewn my mouth shut for screaming in the dark I will not I walk by the lights of gunshots cause love is a fairytale like a old movie I play to reminisce of my young innocent ignorant hearts view of the world
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Nella  31/M/mississippi
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