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I am madness
in a frail and sick body
with feeble anger I do not lash out
at anything that breathes
my family is broken things
crying
smiling in a different language
when you're foreign where you're most comfortable
a life with no music, just to think
flashing signs illuminating who's me
the mean with a feeble mind
a dangerous thing
but I swear I'm not mean
but sometimes I say things I don't mean
but I'm trying
no buts about it,
the demon is me.
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Gambit
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