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Not what You Expected
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Ongoing, First published May 22, 2015
Mature
I can't go to sleepwith a mind that's so wired, My body is dead but thoughts and emotions are fired, I'm so filled with rage and anger and doubt, my days spent looking for ways to let it out, the mask is peeling and its starting to show, The real me beneath you 
wouldn't want to know, everyone has a dark side.
You'll find out one day, that it's just about how often you let it out to play.
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