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These poems don't express the crap that happens I'm my head
Your laughing while I'm trying to find a reason as to why I'm not dead these words seem to be an outlet but no one knows i want to show the world you know spread my words across the globe
But its OK i don't mind you laughing i just sit here my pen is still tapping

~sorry if you don't understand

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