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March 30 SittingSitting
Sitting in my shit Rotting inside my own head Somehow lost but feeling dead Still I sit in my shit
How can this be you ask of me? You are not me Therefore you can’t see Why I dwell in my own stench Why I feel this itch Still I sit in my shit
Will someone come clean my wounds? Lick the blood Spoil the fun Cheek to cheek Ashes to asses Come sit with me Come sit in my shit
Darkness, dankness The curse of it all This is how I feel my wall Still I sit in my shit |
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