Me?
Exploded words shower me with exploited emotions.
Can you feel them fall upon your face?
Will you be me just for a few?, and please, oh please can I be you?!
I sadly say you wont last one minute of "My Day".
My corroded mind isn't of the prettiest kind.
Anger filled pages showing you my different stages.
I'm a coward in a corner dieing to fight a war.
Looks can be deceiving and most words are believing, but trust me you are better off being you, than you being me.
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