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Alia Dec 2018
This space inside my head
A room
So dark and gloom
Echoed silence
Thoughts stuck on repeat
For years the same pattern
Never-ending
Helpless
Dark, depressing creatures
Slugging around like pigs
Creating dirt and mold in every corner
Untouched
Hidden in the shadows
Lurking
Begging for attention
Or ******* out my life air.

— The End —