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anxious depression

waiting...
always fucking waiting

did I not mention...

I hate fucking waiting

well fuck you
and fuck waiting
and fuck this life
I'm sick of hating
sick of loving
erotic bursts of
not touching

my mind a fucking murderer

to insanity I'm clutching

to think I know nothing
to think I'm not coming

to wipe the grey
matter from your chin
justify the fear
 you hold within

with nothing left

I fear not now of sin
Written by Blackenedsole (Boreas)
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