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Mar 2016
Hello,feelings of fear and dread,
I'm glad you made your home inside my head.
Because I'll always fear more what you said,
Than the feroucious monsters under my bed.

You like to play with mental health,
What's that,"I should **** myself?"
"Eat all the meds on the shelf?"
"And leave the earth with silent stealth?"

I don't think it'd be too wise,
But its an option in my eyes.
After all the ******* failed trys,
The voices I have come to despise.

"Grab some rope,drink some bleach?"
Anything within my reach.
Grab a knife so blood may breach,
Parasitic mental leech.

"If I agree,no one can know!"
After all its not a show.
Mind fliters to and fro,
*"What method can I use to go?!"
Creepstar
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Creepstar  Pig Town
(Pig Town)   
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   Jason and Busbar Dancer
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