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Jul 2014
I put on my mask so I can take
These scars from life off my face
I brake these bones they begin to heal
These open wounds begin to seal
But the damage I've done for much too long
Leaves me scarred and all alone
Loaded gun but 5 bullets shy
6 and 1 chance to die
Ill leave this world and utter mess
Six to one five to guess
The drowning spiral of a life misused
Born with a short fuse and a lit match
No chance at all no lock no key
To put on this latch
To keep my demons locked away
Jailbreak an easy escape
a lousy morning for a beautiful wake
I put on my mask so I can take
These scars from life off my face
Loaded gun but 1 bullet shy
Five times the chance to die
No more need to live a life a lie
I remove the mask scars revieled
One tear one eye
One to live five to die
(gunshot)
We all cover up who we trully are
Analytical skitzo
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Analytical skitzo  28/M/Sacramento
(28/M/Sacramento)   
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