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Originally Posted by Stardustedforever
Don't Feed The Borderline
Trapped by fears; strangled with my grief,
Of childhood lost and poisonous words,
I search for my voice that has yet to be heard.
It's hard to describe feelings that are mangled and sliced.
Hungry and waiting.
Lost and unwise.
I look outside the cage and unnoticed, I cry.
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Don't Feed The Borderline
How long will it take till they notice?
Look at me differently, suspect something wrong...
Why do I care?
Foreign words they speak of plans they will make.
I listen in silence. I listen in rage.
Perhaps there's something, comforting from my cage.