One more morning.

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waking up dizzy

surrounded by filth and more filth

to the same place I went again

I cannot say if the sun rose or the night came yesterday

I am haunted by something

once again, I have begun to hate myself

with my rage-filled brain, I can do nothing

this explosion within me has my eyes clouded

I function alone, I am nothing

I wish I were something more

I equally wish to die

nothing fills my eyes

I grow back like weed

words like spears go through my head

my birth has troubled many.

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