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Jun 2014
No one can love me,
I'm a deaf, dumb, and blind ******* fool,
I cant chase any dreams,
Or even finish school.
And to myself; I am the most cruel,
I'm so ******* stupid and stubborn,
No brighter than a mule.
I'm a ******* wreck,
There is no cleaning up this mess,
And I'm scared of these problems I should adress,
I'm afraid of another ones' caress.
Even in my brightest moments, I only see the flaws,
These manic episodes that flood my head,
I don't ever really know what brings them on,
I wish I knew the cause.
No one can save this soul,
It takes timeless effort, someone fearless and bold,
I wish to fix my heart of gold,
I yearn,
To earn love;
And for mine not to be sold.
But nothing comes easy,
Most intentions these days are just ******.
And maybe I deserve all this pain,
Think of all the scars I could gain,
Who am I kidding,
I just sound insane,
But to fulfill this fantasy,
How could I refrain?
Blythe Barrymore
Written by
Blythe Barrymore  Portland
(Portland)   
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