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My prison jump suit

Used to be an individual now I'm just a complex number stripped away from my own individuality made me uncomfortably wake from my slumber. Used to be a boy wonder. I was living the life. Didn't think I'd get sucked under, didn't think I'd end up wanting to kill myself with a hunting knife. My wrongful deeds have made me feel as if I'm living in a dreadful still life picture, wishing someone would look at me and reconsider and view me as a normal fixture.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2013

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Date: 5/11/2013 1:18:00 AM
gosh I hope this is just a fiction one. I enjoyed this poem.
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