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Aug 2018
I’m so cold inside.
So empty are my innards,
As my head overflows with screams.
The crazy quotes of demons
Branding my temples with anxiety.
Battered hands locking my lips
And making a key from my teeth.
Razorheaded monsters watching me
With their judging gazes.
But I’m fine I swear.
I’m not sad, I’m just... empty. So, so empty.
Written by
Austin Mizelle  17/M/Where dreamers sleep
(17/M/Where dreamers sleep)   
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   Hg and JL Smith
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