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Dec 2018
My hands are bleeding,
My knuckles are bruising,
My skin is tearing,
My eyes are tearing,
Another hole in the wall,
And angry outburst,
It's not a first,
I have scars to prove it,
So much anger and pain,
All the time it is rain,
My mind is stuck,
I just want to break something,
Probably my own neck.
Phantom Poet
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Phantom Poet  21/M/La Rochelle, France
(21/M/La Rochelle, France)   
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