a smudge on a clean glass secrets of my past damaging my presents creeping into my future oily around my brain living my life insane back it up with a clean washcloth a little fragrance to help me when I'm lost laughing giggling teasing behind my back misunderstood by the judgments of your looks not willing to hear my voice through your ears you have closed your heart to me tears I shared on a daily I should name a river behind me the shame and past and guilt of my pain I'm not crazy I'm psycho insane
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