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It Hurts 2
across the acres of my mind, new fields of depression seeding,
such feelings growing, multiplying, like the opposite of a hairline receding,
look, sadness my presence churns,
heart, scabbed from excessive rug burns,
longings, split down the middle like hair parted,
me: people don't like, like calling the mentally handicapped retarded,
tired of writing about all the tiresome things that tire me out,
walked on like tile, relationships - always between them like grout,
the friends i have, i don't really need,
might as well be fried on acid, or smoked dumb with weed,
what do i want? don't know but i can taste the urgency,
id and superego - duel to the death as to solve this psychological emergency.
