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built up anxiety
long stored misery
shun from society
lost sobriety
have no propriety
faces are blurry
hands are blistery
in need of coffee
to cross that boundary
stumbling and deadly
pushing through free
words mumbled falsly
from a mouth so filthy
mistaken for flirty
disposition of a funny
man others see as godly
side-swept glory
decisions made hastely
I live like a gypsy
roaming humbly
trying to be free
but I'm a love junkie
sad and lonely and messy
brainwashed and loopy
always his groupie
tickling his belly
following him blindly
always the mantled bounty
all the baggage I carry
he gave to me happily
I'm alive but just barely
waiting to be free...