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The fact that I exist makes me a rebel… my existence is against the law so the public threw me into a cell… the public doesn’t wan..

This world is like a bad dream that I can’t seem to wake up from… it’s like chewing the same piece of flavorless gum… I feel..

Darkness seems to follow me a lot… a shadow that’s present, even when the light shines through, it never seems to absorb it at all. Darkn..

The stars listen tome from above… they catch me like a foul ball in their well designed baseball glove… the stars never wanted me to go ..

They say cats have nine lives… but this black cat sinks its claws into my skin and they pierce through like knives… it’s like this..

I’m literally a dead woman walking… the grim reaper is my landlord and he keeps knocking, at my door. I’ve tried listening to peo..

People assume that the weird girl is performing voodoo… dancing around her madness in a tutu… however she’s been crying for help b..

These aren’t like the ruins in Egypt, no gold, riches or signs of a dynasty… these ruins got back at me spitefully… I see the DOA&..

Words stain this paper like blood… they take up so much space on the page it causes a flash flood… watering these fruitful seeds, want..

This silhouette is getting smaller by the day… it’s not even the color black, but a darker shade of gray… dragging your happiness ..