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Dec 2017
The beast in my head
Won’t cover his lips, he speaks
Through my lips instead.

So I chained him up,
To my cerebral cortex.
With my own two hands.

But don’t let him out,
He will find a new body
To torment all night.
I’m sorry mom, I’m sorry I always mess up
Written by
Austin Mizelle  17/M/Where dreamers sleep
(17/M/Where dreamers sleep)   
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