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Ostracization Contamination Through my deflation I find devastation On the devil’s station Of severed relations My misfit ****** Sin bit Prison stint Reminisced Of my bliss Without a kiss So I eat a dish Of a returning wish But I’m a burning witch Who’s yearning to switch From learning I’m glitched I received A receipt Of deceit By elite Petite Feet That stepped on My weapon Of inspection Due to detections Defused by erections The jaded Invaded And waited To be hated So I’d be baited And mentalities traded Pickaxe Sick facts Impact My tact As I react To the flak I use to attack Coming back On my track Turning black How do I deal with their negativity? Is it really just a matter of relativity? Must I have my relatives killing me Before the hatred filling me Is justified? Why must I cry When only dust resides In my desolate insides? The heartless devastate Making me separate Into a mental state Completely innate An unseemly inmate Of the tumultuous strait Between finding a date And the bitter fate Dinner plate Sinners make This challenge leaves me petrified Possibly electrified From their pesticide That infects inside Until I elect to hide And convince myself I don’t care My mental health I won’t share I’ll just scream no fair Flailing arms in the air I will not have been spared By this devastating nightmare
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Oct 8, 2018
Oct 8, 2018 at 11:16 PM UTC
Devastation
Ostracization Contamination Through my deflation I find devastation On the devil’s station Of severed relations My misfit ****** Sin bit Prison stint Reminisced Of my bliss Without a kiss So I eat a dish Of a returning wish But I’m a burning witch Who’s yearning to switch From learning I’m glitched I received A receipt Of deceit By elite Petite Feet That stepped on My weapon Of inspection Due to detections Defused by erections The jaded Invaded And waited To be hated So I’d be baited And mentalities traded Pickaxe Sick facts Impact My tact As I react To the flak I use to attack Coming back On my track Turning black How do I deal with their negativity? Is it really just a matter of relativity? Must I have my relatives killing me Before the hatred filling me Is justified? Why must I cry When only dust resides In my desolate insides? The heartless devastate Making me separate Into a mental state Completely innate An unseemly inmate Of the tumultuous strait Between finding a date And the bitter fate Dinner plate Sinners make This challenge leaves me petrified Possibly electrified From their pesticide That infects inside Until I elect to hide And convince myself I don’t care My mental health I won’t share I’ll just scream no fair Flailing arms in the air I will not have been spared By this devastating nightmare
andrew-rueter
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30/M/Kentucky
Oct 8, 2018
Oct 8, 2018 at 11:16 PM UTC
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