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At this kind of point
I think it's safe
If everyone else
Just stays away,
I'm not really sure of myself
At this kind of point
In this kind of emotion
I can't really explain,
Sorry if it doesn't make sense
This feeling I wish was past tense
Or I could get caught in a barb wire fence,
No rythm or rhyme
Not to my life
I'm as dull as anything
Like a dull unsharpened knife,
This poem will never make it
Not this kind of sadness
It seems like life
Has sucked all the happiness.