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Hello Anxiety,  why is it you must be in my life? Why is it that when ever I wish to stand up or be with people, that you kick in?  You make me shake, cry, run away. You make me feel like I'm drowning in a sea, so massive, so heavy. You twist my mind, shape it to where I can't love. You twist it to where I want to where you put others words in my head making me bias to anyone new.  Hello victim, I do, in fact, plan on ruining your pathetic life. To me you're a toy. It is fun to watch you drown in your own self hate. Person, I am not all that bad, just think on how many times I got you out of social events. Or the fact I am ther

The Demon of Metal Slice into my arms Cut open my belly Pluck out my eyes Rip off my arms and legs Flay my skin Tear off my fingernails Spill my guts and rip out my heart Demon of Metal Please free me of your influence It hurts Please stop

Would you tell me about your secret home? What happens where you dwell? What's it like? What's it looks like? And is it swell? Tell me what it's like to be average Tell me what it's like to not be so strange I need to know I'm not the kind of girl who stays the same I'm the kind of girl that will never let you go I want to stay the same I want to change I want to belong to my own name But I feel deranged I want to be home Accepted by all I choose to be No matter where I roam I am not one, though you may disagree I was not meant to be contained Is it swell? What's it look like? What's it like? What's happens where you dwell? Will you