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This one is all in the title. It is what I am....

Submitted: February 15, 2007

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Submitted: February 15, 2007




Fed up each time I look at this face

All I see is this selfishness I cannot shed

So wrap up in my own hate of myself

When this world is going to implode


Not willing to take the leaps to change my life

I just stand here moaning about my own silly woes

Cutting myself each time I cru teak my life

I may as well just end this


So trapped in self loathing that I forget about all those who need

 Blinded by what could be or could have been

A child dies each time I process my own burning pain


I know I hold all the keys to rebuild my self

I am just lazy not finding a way out of my own maze 

So I stay trapped in time my mind only thinking of me

Truly I want to free but I am just so stupidly lazy

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