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“I was locked up in my head sometimes i wish i was dead instead of filling my brain with happy thoughts id rather fill it with lead nobody knows how i feel mom wasnt there so i had to pop pills tryna keep it real but im stuck in my feels tryna figure out whats the deal like foreal Im lost my own mind. I was trynna stay on my grind. All these thoughts about suicide. I just wanna break down and cry but i can cause my emotions all over the place tryna figure out whats real and whats fake no kit kat but from you i need a break. with you i took a chance i supplied and she demanded ripped my heart till i couldnt stand it then you ask me why im damaged Texting while your drunk you asked me whats wrong? im loseing all hope tryna hold on your a truck im an ant I guess I got rolled on beauty in the mist Why do i exist? Problems i cant fix even though im super rich Problems on my hands so i tried to slit my wrist had the weight on my shoulders ever since i was a kid but its not like i could’ve changed almost crashed the whip had to stay in my own lane my surroundings made me insane. overflowing with emotion like blood when you poke at the wrong vein. trying to forget you but your stuck in my brain like a stain on a shirt I write the best when im at my worst at first feelings were high but now there starting to reverse haveing you by my side is a blessing and a curse.”

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Date: 8/28/2020 1:24:00 PM
"I write the best when im at my worst"This is notoriously true of most poets. Welcome to Soup!
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