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Everyone's Out To Get Me
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Ongoing, First published Jan 17, 2016
Mature
{INCOMPLETE} (A/N I AM NOT COPYING @souleaterstories BECAUSE I AM HER, MY EMAIL GOT DELETED SO I CANT LOG IN. TRIGGER WARNING THROUGH OUT THE STORY ALSO SOME MATURE CONTENT! THERE IS ALSO SWEARING/ADULT LANGUAGE)
I, Benjamin Godin, am flight. I am fear. I am anxiety, terror, panic. 
Feel the fucking pain and anguish pouring over me
Am I insane or am I drowning in the agony
I once was fine it's not alright it's getting hard to think
Am I insane or am I drowning in the agony
Am I alive or just breathing
Cast like a stone out to sea
I'm sinking
Buried my lies and my secrets
Down where the world never sees
My demons
And I swear it never had to end
Like this
If I could just pretend
I'm not those things that you resent
My friends
Just leave me here for dead
Cause I'm left with nothing
But self destruction
Stare down the cliff to my decent
Into the deep end
Am I distraught in deceiving
Sick thoughts that hang over me
With meaning
Feel the fucking pain and anguish pouring over me
Am I insane or am I drowning in the agony
I once was fine it's not alright it's getting hard to think
Am I insane or am I drowning in the agony
And I swear it never had to end
Like this
If I could just pretend
I'm not those things that you resent
My friends
Just leave me here for dead
Cause I'm left with nothing
But self destruction
Stare down the cliff to my decent
Into the deep end
The monsters under my bed won't seem to leave me alone
They sleep inside of my head
Deceive to leave but they won't
And I swear it never had to end
Like this
If I could just pretend
I'm not those things that you resent
My friends
Just leave me here for dead
Cause I'm left with nothing
But self destruction
Stare down the cliff to my decent
Into the deep end
Into the deep end
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