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Jan 2016
bright lights sting my eyes,
my hand and wrists are stained crimson red,
i've lost track of time,
and i'm losing track of myself,
i can feel the caffeine pumping through my veins,
i hope i can survive this night,
praying that sleep doesn't take me,
because my nightmares hold scarier demons than hell.
avery james
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avery james  Australia
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