the bomb #tobeheard

June 3, 2014

innumerable times i have heard the noises from the spectators

they claim that they care but they only come around once a year

i am under pressure

i am unaware of myself

and through this i have to be content

content to you

you don't know your affect

but i know my effect

from the causes you've inflicted on me

and i will explode

i am the bomb

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