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Jul 21, 2017 · 1 min read
Distorted thoughts, blinding rage
That’s what i’m made of
This is me, trapped in my own cage
With no escape that we know
Too extreme, trying with me is futile
You never know what lies ahead
You have to go more than just a mile
This feeling’s obscure, show me that you care
And when you do, I promise
I’ll give you that which is rare.

