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10 Apr 2020

I stay up all night to sort my feelings

But end up without control instead

There’s no way to control these things

I need an outlet, a way to let it out

But this world seems set on denying me

That dignity and that outlet

Still I mill around trying to

Figure out a productive way

To get out these negative feelings

To put them in to something constructive

But ambition and anger and anything

Remotely dangerous are frowned upon

Even though they help advance society

I’m floundering in my current place

But any method I use to get it out is wrong

I try anything and everything

But the things that help are not allowed

Fuck this world

And anything that denies the existent

Necessity of channeling these goddamn

Awful feelings