Sitting
Staring
at nothing in particular.
Running
panting
not very peculiar
Maybe this is how its supposed to be;
maybe this is me.
Every now, every then
its always these
symptoms of an outcast,
turning me upside down again.
Always them, ever me?
I'm severed into pieces
of ripped up integrity.
"unintentionally"?
Maybe this is how its supposed to be;
maybe this is me.
Every now, every then
its always these
symptoms of an outcast,
turning me upside down again.
Maybe this is how its supposed to be
my systems of an outcast
turn me upside down
Maybe this is how its supposed to end
Maybe this ain't me.
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