Jan 2018
Cannibalistic thoughts
rip through my mind,
Feeding on every ounce of joy.
After having their fill,
they continue to feast,
Until all happiness they destroy.
rip through my mind,
Feeding on every ounce of joy.
After having their fill,
they continue to feast,
Until all happiness they destroy.
My thoughts eat me from the inside.
(31/M)
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