My lungs compress And I'm back To when I become that tainted four year old but I'm not sure. I start to shake And I'm back in the third grade Being held down Out on the playground i think. I hear the wrong words or smell the wrong scent And a year ago I'm thrown back But it wasn't that important or was it? How can anyone else Get inside this deformed mind If even I don't know What dwells inside?Birth sign: Gemini
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