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The world is a pattern In my eyes. Bigheads full of water, And tongues that’s tied. The world is a pattern, And I can’t keep up with it. Everything is the same, It’s like looking at black and white swirls with Different names. My mind is confused, And my heart is just screaming. My *** is over boiled with hot water that’s Steaming. The steam blurs my eyes From those filthy lies That I deceive, Is fulfilled to take away my needs, Leaving me skinless with No deeds. I pray to God to keep the Confusion away, But something always seems to Happened my way. What can I do? Where can I start? I begin to lose my memory That’s why I have it written On a chart. My heartless soul, Filled with black blood, Red eyes, and Evil art. I see the cross hidden. I see it in the background Blended in with a few others, But I’m not focused Because I’m ducking and dodging The cutters. My life consist on abuse, And bad temper that fuse. I’m like a snotty nose kid, Empty and Confused. -Marci H.
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Oct 9, 2015
Oct 9, 2015 at 9:06 PM UTC
Confusion
The world is a pattern In my eyes. Bigheads full of water, And tongues that’s tied. The world is a pattern, And I can’t keep up with it. Everything is the same, It’s like looking at black and white swirls with Different names. My mind is confused, And my heart is just screaming. My *** is over boiled with hot water that’s Steaming. The steam blurs my eyes From those filthy lies That I deceive, Is fulfilled to take away my needs, Leaving me skinless with No deeds. I pray to God to keep the Confusion away, But something always seems to Happened my way. What can I do? Where can I start? I begin to lose my memory That’s why I have it written On a chart. My heartless soul, Filled with black blood, Red eyes, and Evil art. I see the cross hidden. I see it in the background Blended in with a few others, But I’m not focused Because I’m ducking and dodging The cutters. My life consist on abuse, And bad temper that fuse. I’m like a snotty nose kid, Empty and Confused. -Marci H.
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Oct 9, 2015
Oct 9, 2015 at 9:06 PM UTC
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