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Jul 2014
They’re there to trick you,
And to trip you.
They make you fail, they break your heart.
But that isn’t even the worst part.

They keep you down,
And make you drown,
In the misery already indomitable.
Just another problem unsolvable.

They ****, they burn.
Not much new to learn.

And so, I keep my eyes forward,
Not sparing them a glance anymore.
And no longer do I move
As I savour my last breath.

Oh God, I have a rope against my neck.
Danielle Lilia
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Danielle Lilia
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   --- and punk rock hippy
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