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Jul 2021
I wonder whats making me feel this way
I cant quite getting high,
Finding ways to die
In a life
I cant ignite
Cant be the light
Flowing through the night
I don’t want to do whats right
Flying like a kite
This suit is pretty tight
Doesn’t feel quite right
I cant find my sight,

I wonder whats making me feel this way
I want to sleep through the day
Be spent away
Inking my skin grey
And i wish i can pray
I just might betray
I wish i can pray
I wish i can pray!
If god knows my body’s decay
He knows i still obey,
The laws written before today..

Though to some i sin
They stare and grin
But i cant bare this skin
And whats within
There is a pin
In a tin
Under my chin
And i can’t swallow it in
The thought that when
I breathe, i spin
To places i have never been
And the violence
Of my heart screaming like a violin.
Written by
Alien  24/F/Outer space
(24/F/Outer space)   
       Brett, Juneau and Rob Rutledge
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