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Let's talk about today I was stuck in my dismay Anxious, trapped and sick ****** with a candlestick I was a moth to her flame I'll never trust her again Victim or perpetrator You are the fabricator In the chapel, He's not there Why is life so unfair I'm on my bended knee Why did you pick on me It hurts and I am scared Impotent, struck, impaired I wear my cross and pentagram For you maybe real or a sham I guard against your cursed ways I feel threatened by your gaze I need to keep myself safe With my reason and my faith Now I see you for what you are I've seen your full repertoire
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Feb 19, 2016
Feb 19, 2016 at 6:31 PM UTC
Today was hell
Let's talk about today I was stuck in my dismay Anxious, trapped and sick ****** with a candlestick I was a moth to her flame I'll never trust her again Victim or perpetrator You are the fabricator In the chapel, He's not there Why is life so unfair I'm on my bended knee Why did you pick on me It hurts and I am scared Impotent, struck, impaired I wear my cross and pentagram For you maybe real or a sham I guard against your cursed ways I feel threatened by your gaze I need to keep myself safe With my reason and my faith Now I see you for what you are I've seen your full repertoire
lexi-lu
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Feb 19, 2016
Feb 19, 2016 at 6:31 PM UTC
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