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Dr. Quack says I’m just dandy, all I need is a pill for each ill. It’s not like having candy, I feel my innards will spill. A bl..

Outside the sun’s waiting behind clouds that cry with worlds that don’t belong. My mouth hangs dry with watering eyes. Tell me wh..

Cry child, oh child cry, cry, cry, but you are no child, just an ugly adult leaning on her child who is now the mother while you, her child. En..

Nonsense words spit as endless giggles echo, there are not me, but a nervous habit. As my brain tries to contemplate, gibberish recycles in my dry ..

Drip Drip Drip Drip . Drop Drop Drop Red tears fall kissing my tired skin farewell, Life drops from me and lays living in you. No s..

Sweet beats bounce to drums in my ear, clever riffs sooth with unwritten lyrics, melodies of pure genius soon appear. My body is stripped down to t..

I lack wit, and I don’t speak eloquently. I lack power, and sometimes act delinquently. I lack style with grace, and have two left feet. ..

I’m sorry Father, I’m sorry Mother, but I am not your dear credulous child. The book of little truths fat lies smother never had a stro..

Slaving over a grill of love your hands burn through flesh. You never had the right glove to keep your worn body fresh. Each day you slave g..

With my striking sword I’ll slice through paper cutting words to be forever engraved. Witch each slice I’ll bleed ink staining the pure ..