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Sanity does not like me in her

 So I ain't crazy

Says the they who laid me

Down on a table of "you might be"


Sanity does not like me "_________________________________"in her

( Don't use the word fucking Christopher)

But I can't seem

To find any other place to bleed

SO I scream the dreams of thieves

Into an atmosphere of Blessed Mary's ( Mairy's, Mairie's) Please

I said read everything or be just like me

Crazy

This is your warning


I was in mourning the morning

The ignorant beings came to me screaming

" Just tell me what the prob' is kid because you is screaming like those little bitches cross the street"

I said nothing

Because the best thing is silencing the everything

That leaves me pacing

To knives the size of doorways


The whores say

I will be okay

If I give myself away

But I gave myself away

To Christianity in May

And could find no window born two-way


Slit the throat of hostility

So we can bring back the healing

Or the feeling of healing

Just an illusion and dream

Can you see the seams

Or is that just me

Or does it seem to be

The end of peace


I know you think

I like the taste

Of this life I waste away

But I seem accident prone today

So some may spill from the tray


I love the way

They weigh my discontent

On a scale from one to whateva fits

And it always hits six six six

I can make them lose their wits

Without ever saying

Bitch


Slut


Shit


I think I hit

My mark of fucked up

I am reckless and I wrecked this

Thing you call important

With my secrets


Oops

I think I pissed

All over your ugly carpet

So can you read it


Can you see my secrets

Do you know I have never really cheated

And I still love the same girl

Who since I met her has had around 24 periods

 . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

It was the in-betweens where I wished she was in between

The sheets of some place I will never be

But it was the little three to five day dots where I felt loved

And when she decided she would read me

Is when she found a dot

That told her a little bit

But what of all my other bleeding


What will she do when she knows I am crazy.....
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