so focused on a rhyme lately i'm not makin sense pressin hard onto the paper here's to breakin my pens i'm a woman dismayed
made outta paper mache cuz i never had a thick skin i'm a sensitive prey.
some times i feel afraid..
..that i can't save her today|it's okay.
on the inside i'm the plainest of grays though the blacks and the whites are much harder to tame they come leakin out raging from my Drug-addled Brain.
an organ slumped over forever like it's saddled with pain
Unstable.
it could cause jaws to drop down in fear--no Dayquil.
[sic]
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