​Right out of the well

Fresh into the chaos

I was born to either in filth

And pretend that I’m gold
Finding the way back 

Is getting difficult

Growing older, worn dry

And shedding new skin
Where does one go when 

Their home is in their head

And bed in water

With lungs floating outside?
Wandering brain

Searching to be destroyed

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