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Angst

I am not enough,

But far too much-

And everything in between.

 

I am tears and I am hurt,

While I preach happiness –

and self-worth.

 

I am a walking cemetery,

Of things undone-

And people I never wanted to become.

 

What the fuck is wrong with me

Please tell me what I’ve done.

◄ CRASH

Castor and Pollux ►

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Sylvie

Tue 14th Mar 2017 06:45

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