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Inside out , out insides.

Support your inside out rage, much better than an emotional cage. 
Out insides. I need free from there negative effect on me. 
Some outer inward swear they do not wrong. 
Other inward outward never feel like they belong. 
A sprinkle of a different, those you can't put your finger on. 
How classify, why classify your inside out in your thinking, that multicolored spider web design an attraction to kill parts of you. 
Soft and full of possibilities can be found a sucker punch. 
A few meaningful words can rip you up. 
Bad is understood, understated, hushed. 
Seconds are slowly getting ready to pounce. 
Built strong the cruel, built enduring the crumbling.
How to compartmentalise the fog. 
​​​​​​ Suffocating classic  knives and steel fairy tale classics, the clarified clueless. 
Mental health, they say it's just a mind set, a mind over matter, a freeze, fight or flee. 
None of anything they say can be how it is for you, none of their options are quite the one supposed suitable. 
Heal thine self when autonomous in a tiny inner assembly.
A do it yourself brave muddied blame. 
Hell have no furry like the burdens of shame. 
The gardens also have blooms as unique you. 
Sky's stars quality space for sorrow. 
View its all about your views. 
Imprinted by elders or not. 

 

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