My head it hurts.
By brain it aches.
Trying with its might,
No sense it makes.
You stick on a label.
Generic as sin.
But do you take the time to look within?
I hurt,
I feel.
I am more than a project.
No more cocktails and concoctions,
Let my body object.
I want to be free,
From all those restraints.
And simply be me...
No labels,
No constraints.
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