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Feb 2016
My pills don't match
The moon.
Well, they're something like
The stars.
We take enough to numb
The pain and never notice
Scars.

My freedom has a limit,
Go as far as God allows me.
I always pass my boundaries,
Never notice my surroundings.

There's a vicious type of
Violence simply flowing
Through my veins.
I press it with a pressure that just
Pierces through my pain.

My dreams will turn to
Nightmares and my sleep
Becomes my death.

I am resting in a bed with
Blades to ruin all my
Flesh.
Misty Meadows
Written by
Misty Meadows  21/F/Pennsylvania
(21/F/Pennsylvania)   
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