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I feel like a Sad Clown

Sad Clown

Your makeup smears

As your traits appear

Your ptsd stays near

I’m my own personal threat

I forget things

Can’t remember me in a mirror

I remember snippets of myself

Locked in a room

In the dark

Stuck in a room

Goto sleep now

The dogs will get you

Don’t forget to pray!

If only you knew

Sit at this table, don’t look silly you!

I withdrew from it all

If only you FUCKING knew

Figure IT OUT

I remember a lot of things

And they hurt so bad

If only I could kill the killer

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