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Jul 2015
No matter how loud I have the music blaring,
It doesn't work.
I'm not at all aggressive,
Yet I have so many thoughts.
I would never do anything,
But I feel like smashing their skull into thousands of tiny pieces.
And you don't need to worry,
There's only this one person who fills me with so much hatred.
They're the one and only exception.
I know it's not worth it,
You don't have to tell me a million more times.
Over two years and this is still all too much.
No matter where they are,
It is like they're still here.
It's as if they're etched into my brain,
So now I can't have normal thoughts.
I'm sick and tired of so many things,
That are just silently going on.
Chloe's Not An Angel
Written by
Chloe's Not An Angel  19/F/UK
(19/F/UK)   
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   Ryan Hoysan
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