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 Apr 2015 Koko
Kate
The sky never seemed more darker
with these thoughts running threw my head
craving for something to feed on
I try to shut them up
lock them up in a wooden box
and throw them into the river where hopes drown
But as they wrap around my wrist
puncturing my heart along with it
I remember the key was in my pocket.

— The End —