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#physco
My day was fine Except for the yelling And the tears and the bruises The cussing The fussing The overall day was bad I guess No, no your right I did have a good night's sleep. I have a roof over my head Carpet beneath my feet And a warm place to stay But in the place that I stay I have to deal with abuse Denial I just feel off No I don't I feel great. I want to get away but getting g away could lead to uncertainty And you don't like uncertainty I don't I hate these conversations with myself
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May 1, 2016
May 1, 2016 at 7:49 PM UTC
Arguing with myself
Insanity is what she is, Clarity is what she please, Mortality is what she sees, Voracity is something she ease. Mendacity is what she speaks, Tactfully is something she weaks, Alchemy was never in her clique, There kicks in her cavity. Calumny writes above her head, Casualty says around her dead, Pageantry living on her bed, Banditry was what she hid. Centrality was all she craved, Depravity waited for her traced, Fatality made her braced, Gallantly now she fazed.
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May 8, 2015
May 8, 2015 at 10:10 AM UTC
Sanity