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I'm so tired Of tryingOf pretending everything is okOf being unloved But I can’t sleep foreverNot yet
What nights, what days, my life spent in splendor. Even though I am a humble schizophrenic, I am also a college graduate.
her lips part at the arduous notions of stepmother bound to her trail of agony, shallowed dress keeping pace with its tendrils attached to tressels of white lipped fingernails
I am from outside, From playgrounds, trees and bikes From kids playing in laughter And smiles on faces so bright I am from couches, From computers, chairs and stairs