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3/20/17

3/20/17

 

I deserve

To have my heart broken

Into a million pieces

Just to feel my soul

I deserve

To be buried deeply

Far beyond the reaches

Of every hole

I deserve

To be alone

In the farthest parts of you

In places you don’t know

But I do

 

I shouldn’t be allowed

To sing with this crowd

Or even hear

Their shouts of joy

I shouldn’t be around

Either lost, or found

And I shouldn’t know

You, too

 

I am sullen

I am withdrawn

I am all the things

That go on and on

I am the furthest thing

From a brass ring

That should be in front of

You

◄ 11/18/16

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