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Jul 2013
When it comes down to enlightenment
Consider me the lightest of them all.
Soaring above, the rest of them silent,
I shall leave this place leaving you appalled.

There are liars and cheaters on every block
of seemingly perfect cities.
And being the hypocrite I am, I only mock
when what I really need is pity.

For of all the pathetics living today
I am the worst of them all
I shamelessly hurt you in every way
and you will only see me fall.

I deserve to have all the hate in the world
crammed into my body oh so nice
so all I can do is be tortured and curled
so demented, as a sacrifice.

Maybe then I'll get some sleep tonight
by realizing I only deserve the worst.
And there's no way I could make it right
since my very existence is cursed.
One of many super old poems I found in my old notebook.
Jessie
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