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why think a thought when you can sin it? why tell the truth when you can spin it? our father who art exacerbating thy parents’ cathoholicism, hallowed be thy indoctrination, thy kingdom come thy will be done in earth as it is in ignorance opening eyes is for the weak throw wide those motherfuckers and so this is what the world looks like from behind thick fringe and the law of conservation of cynicism says it will look the same even after a haircut, but the more you look, the more you feel, and the more you feel, the more you begin to unhinge on my honor I will try to serve myself the hope and reality to get by in a pill because my mind is ill because society abhors anyone willing to kill herself blood letting was proven ineffective, but now it seems a pretty good means to purge these mental demons I have elected count the number of times you use the word hate and how many time will you watch your own blood coagulate? my brain chemistry is altered a new personality is constructed my emotions are bankrupted my pre frontal cortex does all the talking I know we’ve been friends for seven years, but I have no problem walking out empathy is what keeps me human but I’m sitting on the fence straddling the fine line between Susan B. Anthony and Charles Manson I’m perfectly nonviolent, but I’m always in my head my license says born in 1994 but mentally, in a few years, I should be dead my mother says, “You think too much. This is why you’ll never have friends.” and though I’m always in my mind, every axon leads to dead ends I’ve travelled only to walk this razor’s edge I’ve wandered only to find myself I still marvel at my inability to shed a single tear I still refuse to let anyone near I still will not let my thoughts be clear I still wait for those demons to rear their ugly heads I still cannot quantify my own fear So for your own sake, just be here