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Jan 2017
I sit here in the darkness

There is no sound, no movement, only thoughts
The thoughts which are filled with regret
The guilt, the disgust

I sit here in the darkness

I claw at my skin, attempting to rip it all off, to be clean
If I ripped away every shred of skin and muscle I still would not be free
I want to be clean
I claw at my thoughts, begging for silence inside my mind
My soul shrieks and claws at my brain forcing me to feel
I don't want to feel

I crave forgiveness
I sit here in the darkness
Lana
Written by
Lana  Ireland
(Ireland)   
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