Why am I so fucked up?
Why am I like this, when you get to be like that?
You're so happy, and I'm just fucked up.
It's so simple, yet so complicated.
Hmm... It's not fair; is it?
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Constellations Of The Mind
PoetryThoughts pulled at random from the jumble of mischief I claim to be my mind.
