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I dont know where I am or where to turn, I feal a needle stabing me a thrashing burn, I see things i shoundnt see, but if I dare to speak up nobody believes me,I'm running down a hall and nobodys there all these
lyes and horrible people its just not fair! people say theres a place that i belong, but hey not every budys right, most are rong, I feal a whack and then a slam I look around and Idont know where i am...

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Poetry is either something that lives like fire inside you or else it is nothing, an empty formalized bore around which pedants can endlessly drone their notes and explanations.
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