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Carolina Mar 2016
I want to be happy,
but the world is dark enough.
I want to be healthy,
but I'm still too fat.
I want to fill myself with life,
but I just keep smoking my lungs black.
I want to hold your hand,
but this bottle is the only thing I've got.
I want to be free,
but I'm in love with these chains.
I want to be forgiven,
but I keep making mistakes.
I want to be talented,
but I only create mess.
I don't want to feel all this pain,
but I'm chemically messed up.
I don't want to forget
but I keep drinking the night away.
I don't want all this blue,
but what else can I do?
I don't want to hurt myself,
but I feel this is all I deserve.
I don't want to hide anymore,
but I'm locked in the darkness.
I don't want to get burned,
but I like playing with fire.
I don't want to stay,
I'd like to learn how to fly away.
I want to set myself on fire to burn bright,
but it won't stop pouring.
I want it to stop,
but the clock still does that 'tick tock'.

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