It feels bad being numb.
I have to be as bright as a star.
Why am I always last?
Why is my heart beating so fast?
Why do I have no trust?
Why are there so many must?
Why do everybody believe I'm nuts?
Why do I have to be stabbed?
Why can I never truly laugh?
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Dark Poetry
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