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Oct 2016
I try to get my mind back
But it's all falling through the cracks
It's all so scrambled
Pick up the pace, you mustn't amble
Please save me from this mess
Insanity is no gentle caress
It hurts, it burns, it stings
Peace, to me, nothing will bring
Yet I find myself unable to cry
Even if I often wish I would die
I am not brave enough, you see
I find myself unable to end me
From myself, I must be saved
To my demons, I am enslaved
By: Gretchen
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