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May 2017
There's a pain I feel,
When I'm feeling most alone.
And old ugly whisper's,
Approach me at all times.

I scream and yell,
And today they abide.
Yet they lurk,
Plotting my crimes.

I tell myself,
I'm better than them.
I'm stronger,
And far more equipped.

But I know I'm no mountain.
I know I've been weak.
I cry,
As hearts desires are skipped.

My greatest coping,
Mechanism of all time.
Always,
Stared at me in tears.

Until the day,
Her heart crumbled at last,
And left,
Awakening my fears.

I've none to blame.
Save the demons inside.
As they've long,
Been a part of me.

One day I hope.
A truce can be met.
And those whisper's,
Will love what we see.

That love is my med,
And is theirs as well.

And a new whisper,
Will become a fierce yell.
Rob K
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