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Jan 2014
i'm sitting in this forsaken chair
my soul heavy as if i directly feel the people who stare
i utter to myself i do not care
but in my heart i know im lieing and its not fair
i start to weaze as i cant inhail the air
i grasp my cheast clawing the pressure i seel of the weight of those who stare
i try to scream for help but no one cares
i want out
i finally exit my mind to learn that i was always the only one there
Dennis Scherle
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