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The thoughts that sneak into my brain, ****** im going insane, My mind draws pictures that I don't want to see, But its obeying the inner part of me, I know that im all ****** up, The thoughts can be gone but suddenly erupt, I think im worse than I used to be, I hate the inner part of me, My appearance is a sweet little girl, But in my view im one that deserves to go to hell, The images keep coming to mind, I need to set them far behind, It gets me once and then again, Eventually I am right in it's hand.
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Apr 15, 2017
Apr 15, 2017 at 12:22 AM UTC
The Thoughts
The thoughts that sneak into my brain, ****** im going insane, My mind draws pictures that I don't want to see, But its obeying the inner part of me, I know that im all ****** up, The thoughts can be gone but suddenly erupt, I think im worse than I used to be, I hate the inner part of me, My appearance is a sweet little girl, But in my view im one that deserves to go to hell, The images keep coming to mind, I need to set them far behind, It gets me once and then again, Eventually I am right in it's hand.
Jessie-A
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Apr 15, 2017
Apr 15, 2017 at 12:22 AM UTC
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