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 I feel this thing sinking its teeth... stop it no stop it, why are you poisoning me, I dont want to be like you I hate the things that I do; 

I want to be free like the birds in the trees and dress to please the eyes in the mirror that I see;  please go away I hate the thought of you, you make me sick and I wish I wasn’t part of you; I can't eat, I cant think without you invading the space in my brain, I try to remain sane; I want to run and hide I don’t know why but the question is still the same why do you keep poisoning my brain?

I want you out, evicted, gone but you still carry this song that I sing when I feel so far gone as if we belong, How dare you make me think like this, I hate you too stupid bitch!!, I'm carrying on with life and shit and still my life is like a myth does it belong to me or is it my cheap thrill of this down the road to hell;

I was ingulfed in from an imprisonment I no longer contain some one please scream my name!!, For I have ran circles around myself and dont know what is right or left; I could cry out my fears but my tears don’t  feel real and my fears are in myself who haunts me at night,

Why can't I put up a fight?, Why doesn't my arms work? and Why can’t  I hear myself scream? when you cover my mouth is this a dream or the real thing, I'm still like a child waiting on time to shift in to day time  just to turn off the lights so I can beam like the stars I see at night.

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