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Jun 2018
I can feel it in my head
and hear its voice in my soul.
I wish I could **** its horrid face
and take back the happiness it stole.
It took my life and turned it dark,
showed me beauty in the depths of Hell.
I'm held prisoner by its hands.
It loves me through a prison cell.
Written by
Cynthia  23/F/Colorado
(23/F/Colorado)   
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