So many thoughts, words come to my mind and they’re usually the same ones that spill

want to climb, crawl out of my womb of a skull

cradling my undeveloped thoughts

just take me back to a time where it was okay to say what I needed

wanted to yell, because now everything’s a crime to some

times a dozen, leads you to things

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