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Jan 2015 · 1.0k
Down it goes...
Deep Dark Jan 2015
I know he's there
deep down somewhere
sometimes he sleeps and I pray he will never wake up
but then one day
he opens his eyes, yarning mouth opened wide

crawling up my throat then to my soul
my destiny is sentenced to suffer and it just keeps getting rougher
because they seem to grow, multiply by the day
I guess I have to carry them in life the entire way...
I am not good at poem writing. This is just how I feel right now. I hope you all feel good again and ever after that.

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