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Look At Me
Look at me, threatening suicide, threatening to be another statistic,
Why? Desires and reality repel, a happy medium not realistic,
Stuck, the result this, inked words from patterned psychological juices,
Too predictably unchangeable, she broke away, exhibiting the finale of all truces,
Inside I'm clenched fists, biting this pen until I've chipped away a tooth,
The stress you don't see or experience, it's me - relaying this godless, forsaken truth,
And if you're reading this congrats, probably one of three that ever will,
Congrats Max! My cup of happiness in LaLa Land or reality matters not, for both shall never fill.
