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Jan 2021
My insensitive recklessness is systematic to my madness.
Madness honed from years of an erratic existence.
Ruthlessness born from a problematic insane lifestyle.
I can’t take away the pain that lies beneath the surface.
I wish to perish at times.
Just to make the madness stop.
For it drives me to seek the reaper.
Written by
Tracie Taber  F/NJ
(F/NJ)   
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