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I am feeling emotions that remain unknown to me.

I thought getting high and writing poetry would set me free.

My melancholy desires roots my rotten brain like an old tree.

All I can see is dark skies and burning dreams.

I am getting too attached to a life that remains unknown to me.

I thought falling in lust and giving great head would set me free.

My lust and trust for others pollinates my brain like a buzzing bumble bee.

All I can hear is broken heart strings and screams.

I am in a trance with a man that remains unknown to me.

I thought wasting my time and showing him the real me would set me free.

My angel kisses and wishes to him is not the missing key.

All I can feel is heartache and droughting streams.