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Sep 2016
Carved out words, placed upon flesh
Sleepless nights curse me;
Yet there is no need for rest
My mind is heavy
For this is my burden
I feel there is no place for me;
In the world I was born in
Dark thoughts trouble my mind
Third eye wide open;
Yet I still remain blind
Upon flesh I place thee
Murals of regret
Hoping that one day
I will finally get rest
Kyle Janisch
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Kyle Janisch  27/M
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