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I never curse in my works but I made an exception for this one.

Submitted:Feb 2, 2013    Reads: 8    Comments: 0    Likes: 0   

I'm not sure what I am or what I want
Who gives a damn and who does not
Where am I heading from here?
My future is just so unclear
I've lost sight of my own life
My friends are piercing me like a knife
Stabbing their way through the exterior
Trying to make me feel inferior
But how am I something to them
When I'm nothing I can mend
My world crashed and burned
The day light was overturned


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