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Rated: 13+ · Poetry · Dark · #1882184
My insight on the little peice of life that I call my own. A little dark, but heartfelt.
My words are confession
Of time and expression
I lie awake at night
And silently scream as I cry
I try to reason with my mind
Complex but not defined
I fall asleep and dream
But lucidly, so I get no rest
I have no place to test
My hypothesis
My fears, and me
We flee
My nightmares lurk
It hurts, but I laugh
As I bleed
I have no one to sew up my seems
So I fall apart
A new day
A new start
I need a new heart to part
With my old ways
But I trade shames
And shoulder the blame
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