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Jul 2016
Talking about things
Makes them real
And that's why
I just don't.

Speaking of my inner horrors
Brings them to life
With gnashing claws
And rotted teeth.

Pushing them back
Bottling it all up.

No one else deserves my suffering.
autumn
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autumn  25/F/Baton Rouge
(25/F/Baton Rouge)   
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