as i sit back listen 2 the demons that manifest in my bain from a past of torment and pain my life flashes before my eyes and all i see is sorrow and the dieng strength to try and see a brighter day maybe its the world that made that monster i used to wake up and listen to every morning or maybe its the negativity i seen in life for those long stressful years. homicidal, suicidal it didnt really matter in my mind all i wanted was to be bader then a phsycopath with long patterns of homicidal intensisons dont hate on me cause im already dead thats y im up thinking this thoughts instead of sleeping peacefully in my bed...... u guys think theres any talent in this or jus me being over dramatic?
poet or just an emotional wreck?
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