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Feb 2016
My head is spinning,
spinning with all these thoughts.
Crazy feeling with mad writing in red.
The illness I have is gone to for for cure.
The pain in words that bleed out my mouth,
Is just the monster I am.
I once was with peace of my demons,
Now they run free with me are a chain.
My darkness started with just a tap.
I was to the lies.....
Kimmie Winchester
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Kimmie Winchester  Portage
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