My name is Dictionary boy,
I dont feel well.
I'm scared of things.
I'm afraid of making freinds.
I'm scared of being loved.
When some tell me I love too much.
Locked doors are ok with me.
Drinking doesnt help,
Cannabis does its job.
Pills are a stupid idea.
I worry about losing people a lot.
I lose a lot more people than I can worry about
I'm lonley when I'm with other people
Occasionaly I am happy,
But those moments are rare.
Some tell me I have to change,
Some tell me never change.
I say leave me be, but they never do.
My name is Dictionary boy
And I still dont feel well.
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