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No More 
Destructive qualities, 
Inhumane frailties. 
I do not want this rhyming scheme, 
When will I wake up from this dream? 
Stop acting out this part, 
And destroy my beating heart. 
Why don't I have the grace, 
To make my life erase. 
Where do I find the courage, 
To open suicidal storage? 
I'm am imbecile, 
Tired of being docile. 
Then men in coats, 
Sing physiologic antidotes. 
I am not safe, I am not whole, 
Finding pleasure in the cruel. 
Not caring anymore, 
No longer to implore. 
 March 07 Sheena Allen