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Jun 2012
I can’t sleep,
Something tearing at my brain,
I’m burning up my lungs.
I’m covering myself in paint.

This thing just never shuts off,
I’m alone again in my room,
Covered in a plague of loss,
I hope its ending soon.

Can’t escape those judging eyes,
I think I’m paranoid.
This game isn’t any fun,
My soul isn’t a toy.

They say to always love,
Words don’t convey the use,
It’s torn up and abused.
Just left to make pictures of.
Blake Howard
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