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fuck all these people
that surround me everyday
with their fake personalities
like a musical theatre play

and their sense of satisfaction
closed in like windowless walls
with their ceiling crashing down
and overflowing toilet stalls

in the midst of my behavior
achieving all your redicilous commands
becoming lost in my desires
along the care of your heartless hands

collapsing like a flooded bridge
with odors of wit and despise
feeling forgotten when im not the best
crumbling any sorce of compramise

listening to all your dreams of my life
rambling on about book knowlegde
with out common sense in ones feelings
holding my ever so precious hope in hostage

just to be careless in the end
with no congragulations
of my effort done work
and ignoring all fascinations

screaming help in a chambered voice
crying misery in all the doors
of the cracked open chizzled bricks
right down to the unwashed, hideous floors

of this hell
you lead me into
and this heaven
i once have been through