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there is a desert, lives inside me she grows large, while I grow tiny she likes to come around at times throughout the day she puts my mind to sleep and keeps my friends at bay when did she come? I do not know how'd she arrive? When will she go? I think and think and think and think until I fall asleep and when I wake I cannot speak, can't even make a peep she grows and grows within me, too fast to slow her down but one can live inside me, how will I push her out? It is hard to make decisions, they always lead to strife but one here must be made, to end the others life I plunge into this vacuum, ready for some fighting I grab my bag of weapons and feel my blood igniting I pull out creativity and she pulls out aggression I then pull out vitality and she pull out depression one swing one hit, one cut one blow, we battle on equitably it looks as though I just might lose, she raises up formidably high above her head, she wields one self-destruction inside my mind I build one final plan construction because I cannot fathom to let her win this fight I take out my last weapon, and ****** my own life.
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Nov 14, 2014
Nov 14, 2014 at 11:00 AM UTC
there is a desert
there is a desert, lives inside me she grows large, while I grow tiny she likes to come around at times throughout the day she puts my mind to sleep and keeps my friends at bay when did she come? I do not know how'd she arrive? When will she go? I think and think and think and think until I fall asleep and when I wake I cannot speak, can't even make a peep she grows and grows within me, too fast to slow her down but one can live inside me, how will I push her out? It is hard to make decisions, they always lead to strife but one here must be made, to end the others life I plunge into this vacuum, ready for some fighting I grab my bag of weapons and feel my blood igniting I pull out creativity and she pulls out aggression I then pull out vitality and she pull out depression one swing one hit, one cut one blow, we battle on equitably it looks as though I just might lose, she raises up formidably high above her head, she wields one self-destruction inside my mind I build one final plan construction because I cannot fathom to let her win this fight I take out my last weapon, and ****** my own life.
eleanor-perry
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Nov 14, 2014
Nov 14, 2014 at 11:00 AM UTC
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