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Jul 2014
As I sit alone the darkness my home
Blankets my eyes my thoughts to roam
Out of my control
Leaves me feeling my soul has broken
And can never be full, can never be whole
Like it once was before the drugs
Before the need to fill a void
That wasn't their to start
The hole created by the devil himself
Camoflauged as a cure for the heart
But it only ripped me apart
To put me back together
I'd rather die then play your games
Under the shadows I awake
To prove you were always fake
A virus born to destroy
The life of a helpless young boy
Who only saw with blankets as blinders
Got tricked and picked the life
The devil cut into stone with his own knife
To heal to feel to live to be without catastrophe
As I sit alone the darkness my home
Blankets my eyes my thoughts to roam
Out of my control
Under the shadows I awake
From a boy to a man
Under the shadows I awake
I hate ****
Analytical skitzo
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Analytical skitzo  28/M/Sacramento
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