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I can't

I am not who I want to be

A million of layers of thick quilt

giant post sweat

I can’t free my mind

Holler away at me

Because it’s all you know how to do

And venom releases

Out of me

Point blank

Rank stare

I piss it out

And into you

Get out of my hair old woman

I am no need for care

I’m on my back

In the dark

On my bed

listening no more

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I think this poem is

I think this poem is brilliant.  I will tweet it.  It comes from a real place.  Thank you.

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thank you so much, thank you

thank you so much, thank you for understanding or taking it to heart.