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Mar 2020
I feel lost in this world with no sense of direction
Where am I to go
When all I am is a mass of imperfection
Never winning, always losing
In this magical world
Filled with corruption

You stand there
And watch me cry out like a symphony
Don't you see, I'm falling
And I want you to help me
Not **** me
I hate this
I don't want to be like this
But there's no bliss in my role

I rolled the dice and sacrificed a lot In order to survive
Now I'm stuck, I just wanna escape
And head into the afterlife
Because I'm tired
I'm so, so tired
I don't think I've ever been this tired
In my ******* life

Hypnotized
Traumatized
What a way
To be alive.
Created by me on March 13th, 2020
Anthony Michael James Butler
Written by
Anthony Michael James Butler  21/M/Ontario
(21/M/Ontario)   
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