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I got wiring loose inside my head.
I got books that I never, ever read. I got secrets in my garden shed. I got a scar where all my urges bled. I got people underneath my bed. I got a place where all my dreams are dead. Swim with me into the blackest words you have ever said. What is wrong with me? Would I be better off dead? Sometimes words are best left unsaid. My heart has been been broken and and has bled. My darkest coldest wish is, that you were dead!
Helpbot it is just a poem :)
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