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I'm sick of being tired, Tired of being sick. I create this negative atmosphere, The air is polluting and thick. I can't help but see the negatives, In everything I seem to contact, Relationships, friendships, Its like their only here under contract. I feel like no one wants me, To be around, even for a chat, "Get the f**k away from me, You ugly, hairy, fat, tw*t" I know its all in my head, But reality distorts in there, I know people love me, And people truly care. But the wave of darkness, Surrounds my skull, I'm scared I'm loosing this battle, The void might swollow me whole. I try to be the light, That makes people smile, But I'm hidden behind this light, I've been hiding for quite a while. The face is a broken image, But broken on the inside, I don't want people to see this, Thats why I hide. Please, if you know me, Just talk as if we're fine, Ignore any insecurities, They're not yours to deal with, they're mine.
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Oct 9, 2019
Oct 9, 2019 at 3:49 AM UTC
They're Mine
Living in a lonely world, Falling for everything; got me here. headed to nowhere. But empty space, Wondering if I should, take it there. Or stay miss placed. Mars for Pluto’s and kudos for escapes. Things looking up, I’m feeling; fate. Tomorrow never lies, Then again; Time kills. Brutal battle grounds; Where Love don’t make a sound. Heated passions simmer down. Dudes that had my back; Waiting for me to turn around. Toxic crusaders; pullin me down. Devil’s advocates; in the back ground. Angels have wings; no need to touch down. The thought; alone. So profound. Karma knocking; she’s on the rebound. Hold-up; that’s her – calling me now.
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Jun 9, 2014
Jun 9, 2014 at 4:34 PM UTC
Plotting; tatics