I look upon the world as a child looks upon life.
Feeling emotions, feeling regret and feeling joy.
I want to feel pain, i want to feel pride, i want
you to take the essence of it all and through it all
away. I’m sick, twisted and demented by my own thoughts
of self-torment. A closed-circuit waiting to snap.
Lock me up on the inside of your heart and watch me
try to break out. I’m not cold or ugly, i’m just like
the breeze on a Sunday morning, trying to find a way out.
Take a really good look and see what you never find in me.
A desolated place with borders so wast, with fences with
armed guards; shot on sight. What did i do to deserve all
of this ?
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