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16XX Daumenschraube 2

Tired, so tired,

of what someone does or doesn’t do,

turning the screw, and making me bleed.

Whether they realize, or care,

it’s killing me.

I think, therefore I am: Unhappy!

I curse the fulfilment they find in banality.

They sneer at the strange “loser”

who keeps to herself.

We each wish the other had been

drowned at birth.

(To be continued…)