I feel dull, I'm drowning in me.
It's worse than in a puddle of pee.
Gnawing at my wilting health,
I'm choking on my desperate self.
Dreaming of being something new,
slipping into hates cocoon.
Breaching up enough to see
reaching out to those like me,
and overplayed-with, used up tool,
Makes yourself a desperate fool.
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