Borderline

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Open window hurling insults, yelling screaming insecurities that lay deep inside of me.

 Colored fragments cut my soul they now bleed tears my mind is hiding my childish fears.

I can’t seem to grasp reality I’m just barley on the edge, I’m borderline to the end of the earth.

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