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March 1, 2018

Never more alone than when I try to fit in

never more depressed throughout my skin

wish I could crawl out of it

dispose of this baggage and shit.

I only survive in bursts of delusion

of a connection that is an illusion.

For once it would be nice to get it right

to live in a true and proper light.

But my soul is drawn to darkness

where the shadows conceal my selfishness.

I do not have enough love to spare,

and what I have, I refuse to share.

My only game is control

in which all alive dissolves.



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