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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Thu, Apr 9, 2015
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Poetry
Let me talk, trapped in isolation, drugs, alcohol, sex, and tragedy. What's shown in the mirror isn't and can't be a lie. Not a happy wallflower everything is clear like neurotransmitters. In need of God to drown all sin from the inside and out. Begging bitch trapped won't the mirror crack? Anxiety, screw society let me talk. Equivalent chemicals releasing neurotransmitters. Now you see innocent and straight A student. Not a plot twist open your mind there's no mirror. Neurosurgeon speaking the truth your system is clean, let me talk. Thoughts in a box now out no need to pout. There's no mirror truly a "compulsive liar." All was anxiety just screw society it's all lies now goodbye.
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