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Simple, dumb, sinful
and ever so tolerant
of those who, despite
their complete insincerity
still managed to convince you
that you in your wholeness
as a human being
was worth no more
than the judgement of strangers.
I'm still here.
This rotten feeling.
I know it's you.
I'm still here, I know
Deep down, you always wanted to die...
...right?
Copyright © Joey Unknown | Year Posted 2022
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