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What on earth do you want from me? 

Your 65 im 23. 

Ovbiously ur sick. That I plainly see. 

I see you have alterior motives. 

And if I dont get out im gonna blow this.

soon I will self destruct

due to being trapped and never being enough. 

No one understands my pain. 

Nor do they care

im just fucking insane. 

All I ever see is rain. 

From this, will I ever gain?

How can u want me in your brain?

Dont you see I am scared of you? 

Help!