i feel like a fucking teen again but i need to rant 

and you can bet your ass it's gonna be in a poem

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over worked and over written

 the clock has had me smitten 

beat and bruised i ask of you 

why was my fate prewritten?

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twisted from the day my name reached lips

colder than the night i was born

 like this i cover myself in flowers of pain

let my name never be written again

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it barriers my burdens deep in my flesh

carrying them till the day i rest

weeping my tears i carry in pounds

under my eyelids that have solid ground

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deeper than wounds their words hurt

they yell because i don't like whats under a skirt

i feel foolish not brave for the day i proclaimed

i am a man that loves no other than another man..

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