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I can't even answer

Listen to the soft excuses and depressing themes To know its something I never wanted is horrid to me Filled with the harsh darkness breaking at the seams Have no justice nor can I sleep I can't be set free - These foul thoughts have taken over my life Grinding for a better day in hopes of another ascnesion Carve out my corrupted skin with a surgical knife Abreact to the case of all this unwanted attention - Watch as the caffeine begins to rain down Acrid in its punishment it becomes so lurid I am ill and mourn for a soiled set of hair ****ing dry this anger becomes so arid - Don't look at me it makes me feel crudeness Get on top of me but feel too much anxiety Stay concerned a filthy mule of lewdness Brain develops hate for the forced sobriety - I don't deserve this place and it can't be helped Destroyed and filled with so much heinous anger Rip apart the rest of my putrid flesh it can't be felt I'm beginning to scream again I can't even answer

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Date: 6/22/2013 12:34:00 PM
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