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There are creatures inside me Thrashing and squirming Eating away bits they fancy. Redefining who I am. Invisible to the subtle glance Silent to those who question selfishly. But it’s there. Growing. Progressing. Screaming so loud I can’t ignore it. Just because you choose not to see it Doesn’t make it any less real.
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Mar 14, 2018
Mar 14, 2018 at 11:29 PM UTC
Sick of it. ©
There are creatures inside me Thrashing and squirming Eating away bits they fancy. Redefining who I am. Invisible to the subtle glance Silent to those who question selfishly. But it’s there. Growing. Progressing. Screaming so loud I can’t ignore it. Just because you choose not to see it Doesn’t make it any less real.
Hi I’m sick and struggling that is all carry on.
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Mar 14, 2018
Mar 14, 2018 at 11:29 PM UTC
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