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A Pathetic One

I'm breaking today.
A phase one goes through to accept death.
I've wished it.
A mistake made by the happy- I am quite certain.
I sing sharp songs.
A blade slashes my soul then floats into a friend's collection of worries.
I am unworthy.
Always have been since I haven't done anything right since age 11- right pop?
I am black.
Arrest me, death penalty, don't test me, stereotyped stupidity.

I am dead.
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