Vent poem

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So.. just, uhm..

Don't mind this, please...

No need to read it..
And if you do, don't worry, please-..



























Wish to die
Cross my heart
Stick fifty needles in my arms
Tie a sailor's knot
Hang it from a tree
Kick the bucket, set me free
Prison of voices
Put me in my place
Just a waste of air and space
Wear my mask
A masquerade
But falling apart from what the voices say

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