I'm afraid of the human touch
Though I want to suffocate
Under someone else's hands
My soul's kinda messed up
You see, I want you to hurt me
I want you to burn forests
While I'm sitting on one of the trees
I told you, I was sick
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The Great Escape From Myself
PoetryI play with words and put them together to express things that I would rather not think about
