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Feb 2010
A dark void that is slowly
Burring me
Does not bear no name
I know nothing of why I am its chosen one
Or, what it stands to gain.

It places the visions in my mind
It pours the pills in my hand.
Overwhelms me with the feelings
That I will be at ease
If I leave this twisted land.

And as my heart beats on
It hollows out my insides
Holds my emotions captive
Thrives of the hour's I've cried.

Longing for it to release me
I routinely battle it everyday
Showing me no mercy
It makes a point it is here to stay.
- From Half-Devoured Heart
Naomi Hartnell
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