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This head harbors a dreadful beast Malformed and unsightly, it kills with ease. These thoughts, Not my own. The pistol in my hand, Out of my control. The barrel pressed to my head, Cold. The beast whispers, "You're all alone."

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IntoDarkness

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For You?

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IntoDarkness

M

Published: Mar 22, 2018
Time: 1m

Notes: The first poem I ever wrote

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