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a BIT GRAVE
A LONG TIME AGO IN A VERY DARKENED PLACE
This headache persists to drag on. I've forgotten my memories up into the present. This anxiety is howling for more. Tearing my insides. Collecting thoughts for evidence to murder played out in my head. My mind has to focus this energy. Focus this sickening rage. For my Christ’s sake go and scream...
Until my dry voice has gone away.
Praying hands all around me .Conversing and planning out my future.
Oh come on give me a break. Not every life is mapped out. Nowhere are these greasy hairs on my head counted. Tired of trying to make sense of every one's flaky thinking.
To shit on responsibility
To shit on life
And you told me I was an angel you were wrong.