The Darkest Prism

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Been this way since my birth.

Mind full of games, deceit, questioning my worth.

Perhaps the angel that I seek can answer.

Those things that don’t exist or matter.

Never contemplated my existence.

But if I disappeared, I’d be missed then.

Under the microscope of scutiny.

From the people who love me; like family.

So I chose to play idly with death.

But only when I’m sober…

Thats when I’m at my best.

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