It feels like a waste
you always began for my face
sorry to evade grace
she is as pretty as lace
but I don't want to deal with it today
it takes my haste
holds me captive till I'm broken
token till it's not so chokin'
why can't I come broken
strokin' my ego till I Am death
but it ends in my chest
so you don't have to have a fest
I'm on to new things and breasts
still left with a hole in the chest
maybe because
I was taught to nest
never taught to fly
beyond the sky
we can find that life
lit up like a torch
ontop the porch
of the source
of my course
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