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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required In my chest is a black void That has left me annoyed I'm tired of rhyming schemes And vapid memes I'm tired of perplexed faces In outrageous places Life is like a checkerboard Where every king is abhorred If I reach the other side I'll still be a pawn trying to hide My thoughts are obfuscated by clouds And this inner anger that shrouds This is my life and I'm not proud To see I'm all alone without a crowd When I'm the only one I'm lonely A stony phony pronely Adept at throwing shade at my own life And digging holes to fill them with strife Because without the struggle I've got nothing I'm just rushing to feel something I'm being suffocated by my thoughts But this fate is what I wrought So I just want you to look me in the eyes And tell me when I'm telling lies Look at the tears staining pillows and sheets When at thirty three I'm still without feats And I don't want to be wrong I just want to belong And if that must be wrong Then life will be long A grisly song on repeat As I face my defeat And if I have to repeat I'll march on these feet To beg you to please meet Me where lovers greet Where brothers bleat And mothers cheat On another street They smother sweets And just like me there is a void That has them all annoyed But when you fill emptiness with emptiness You're left with simply this Feeling of being lost and without cause And reflecting on that it gives me pause If I've dug holes and filled them with strife It's time to grab the shovel and dig out my life And you can call me a pawn Or say I'm small like a prawn But I'll never be a bootlicker's spawn Because it's always darkest before dawn
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