I am writing

Out a letter

From an anonymous

Sender

And I’m hoping

I can push out

All the things that

Held me down

Like a clown

I am to you

Circus child

Far and few

Spit my tricks out

At your wins

Swallow down your

Criss cross sins

And I sit down

By my bedside

Think of all the things I’ve done

Out of pain

Out of rage

Cursing out

The rising sun

You put a gun

Right to my head

Blew me up

And found me dead

All those nasty things you said

All those bullshit words you fed


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