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This feeling is swallowing my very being. Every day I feel a striking pain but no particular area is the cause. I've taken medication, but no medicine can help what I have. I wrote my feelings on paper for you to read and you just burned it to the core. I drink shot after shot to **** what hurts and it only makes me see my demons and they yell profanity and curse my writing. I am no poet but an outlet for the less unfortunate. Let me show you what pain really does when you release it through ink.
DaSH the Hopeful Feb 2016
The body of a poem
  
            Could never be as beautiful as *yours
DaSH the Hopeful Feb 2016
Sometimes I look at it and see my father
Sometimes, my addictions,
Or my peers.
Other times I see it as a product of circumstance
And still others as a conscious choice.

*But no matter what I see, its always in my way. That never changes.
Seems like
I'm stuck
Between
Insanity
And
         My
                         Last
                                              *Breath
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