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Oct 2014
Just shoot me
**** reality
I dont want to be
This catastrophe
Anymore
I abhor
Where I'm at and what I do
Sad to say the words are true
But I don't know what I thought I knew
Just wish these games were through

That escapist part
deep in my heart
Is clawing up my inside
I've nowhere left to hide
Intoxicate
to alleviate
Over and over again
Yet I never seem to win
Stress seeped too deep In
Ripping up my skin
Drowning within ...
sycokitten
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