Can’t cut it loose
It’s always here with me
Always feeling marginal
Can’t abounded it in the deep forest
It always follows me back home
Can’t trap it inside a cage
It always jumps into me when I’m alone
I fought it till my fists bled
My pores poured red
Anguished
Tormented
Desolate and alone
It always follows me back home
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