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Right now I'm stuck.
It's time to move and do anything.
Right now I don't give a f*ck.

I write this poem in my own blood.
I might not have enough blood in my veins.
If I don't then I guess I'll have to make them over flood.

Through all these years I've felt so gone.
I was in one place but my mind was nowhere.
Sometimes feeling like not caring much or fond.

When you read this don't feel anything for me.
It feels like nothing to feel nothing.
If I look mad don't hold me back just let me be.

I wish I could clear the mess.
It would be nice to know what to do.
Right now I just feel emotionless.