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Jul 2020
I remember what you did to him, tried to do to me
I remember their faces, their names, the blood on my lapels
Learned a whole lot about what not to do
I cannot put into words how much I hate you
It churns inside me like a lamp that burns poison
A steel cage full of diesel smoke, salt water, and us
Look me in the eye
Rip it up infront of me again
Break all my stuff again
Send me to the edge
Push me up into the screaming corners of my discombobulated mind
Into the screaming wards
Into the pill locked dungeons
Into silence and solitude
Tried to turn me into you
Bad luck dumb ****
Patrick Kennon
Written by
Patrick Kennon  33/M/x
(33/M/x)   
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   MS Anjaan
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