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Jan 2012
In the silence of this night
you’ll never know what I fight
bleed out these evils
rid yourself of the poisons
you keep on knocking
but no one’s there
desperation triggers adrenaline
nothing can stop me now
I just ignore the daggers
because I know it’s all a dream
I can’t even die
and what would it be like
to be able to practice
your final act of being alive?
dying in your sleep
but still able to wake up
still able to see the morning sun
those thoughts just load the gun
I shouldn’t think these things that pop up
I should try to filter my brain
but why?
when nothing can filter the pain
just watch me fade away
all this is just part of that fight
that I fight every night
silence is a beautiful thing
Feedback is appreciated.
Caroline Stradley
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Caroline Stradley  26/F/Austin, TX
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