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**The Sky A Sickly Yellow--The Dome In Which I Lay, It Congregates With Blue, Pink, And A Greenish Grey, The Sun Grasps The Horizon, But Drowns In Trees, I Stretched My Wings--Frosty Feathers--And I Was Free, Free Of Scowls Which Burn Into Me, Free Of My Own, Free From The Glazed Eyes, Which Rest On Mine-- Stones, Yes, I Admit I Could Be Better, I Admit I Am An Error, I Admit I Am Somewhat Weak, Still Gasping For Air, Maybe I'm Just A Secret Which Sits On A Stained Lip, Ready To Be Worked Against, To Make Someone Slip, I Dont Want To Hurt Anyone, Not Even A Single Soul, Yet I Feel Like I May, Or Someone Will Take Their Toll, I Always Feel Like A Let Down--Like I'm Never Good, Enough--I Feel So Alien--So Misunderstood** Yet Why Should That Matter To Anyone?
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Dec 31, 2012
Dec 31, 2012 at 6:31 PM UTC
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**The Sky A Sickly Yellow--The Dome In Which I Lay, It Congregates With Blue, Pink, And A Greenish Grey, The Sun Grasps The Horizon, But Drowns In Trees, I Stretched My Wings--Frosty Feathers--And I Was Free, Free Of Scowls Which Burn Into Me, Free Of My Own, Free From The Glazed Eyes, Which Rest On Mine-- Stones, Yes, I Admit I Could Be Better, I Admit I Am An Error, I Admit I Am Somewhat Weak, Still Gasping For Air, Maybe I'm Just A Secret Which Sits On A Stained Lip, Ready To Be Worked Against, To Make Someone Slip, I Dont Want To Hurt Anyone, Not Even A Single Soul, Yet I Feel Like I May, Or Someone Will Take Their Toll, I Always Feel Like A Let Down--Like I'm Never Good, Enough--I Feel So Alien--So Misunderstood** Yet Why Should That Matter To Anyone?
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Dec 31, 2012
Dec 31, 2012 at 6:31 PM UTC
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