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Sep 2017
Has it been over, is it still?
Do I hear the consciously made whispers of myself?
It's not a problem,
I can't explain it because it's not real
And in between things don't get taken seriously
And I don't want anyone to know.
I've been convincing myself not to tell,
Anyway, I'm not doing anything at all.
I just want to go to sleep
And not bother anymore.
Simple things scare me,
But not enough for it to class as severe.
I think everything I feel multiplied and blended together
So now I don't know what's what,
I only know it hurts a lot.
Chloe's Not An Angel
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Chloe's Not An Angel  23/F/UK
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