Asylummn

Who do you think i really am?
and why are we here,
its dark outside,
the sprinklers are on,
the grass is damp.

Apparently now i'm an item,
Apparently now i'm worth something.


is this really how it goes?
or have i not learned my lesson from last time.

Damp grass that smells of summer earth,
can i ask you a question?
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I was just searching for a little bit of a thrill,
it was right there,
and always in the back of my mind,

it was bad,
but it wasn't really.

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No clue that i was capable of something like this.
we went around searching for a used fag,
real classy right?
right?,
well yes,
met some African with the 'locks.

Hid beer in sound,
i had an offer,
but i said no.

at least i was kept safe one night.

However, it all felt worth it,

the second time i was not so lucky,
didn't know what to do except feed off the feelings,
and feel hunger.

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I was young
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I was younger
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That was almost magical
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That was the first time
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I felt so safe,
I was so warm, and knew that nothing could hurt me,
all snuggled up,
and cozy,
i had done this many times before,

Jesus did tell me no,
and threw a detour in my path,
and next thing i know i can't see,

my body is altered forever,

and i've learned quite a bit.