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Jul 2014
A never ending itch
I can only ever start to scratch
Scared of being scared,
Like backing out of a suicide pact
I surround myself with people
who don't know any better than me
A sea of others gasping for air -
The only place I've ever learned to breathe
I numb myself to their level
Until a comfort washes over me
Surrounded by unlocked minds,
Tying mine down to feel free
I'm drowning in an ignorance
While my best friend eats his LSD
He says I'm trying to run away
By rooting here, like a tree

A map unfolds the way
I think I'm supposed to take
Yet I'll just lay here all day
Until fate shakes me awake

I'm over this, but I can't get out
Loosen the ego in oatmeal cream stout
I'm over this, I can no longer get lost
But I'm already here,

                              so I'll do my best

No matter the cost
'All I want is for everyone to go to hell
It's the last place I was seen before I lost myself
all I want is for everyone to come to hell
there we can be free and learn to love ourselves.' - Mr. Buckley
Alexander Albrecht
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Alexander Albrecht  29/M/Minneapolis
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