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Apr 2010
I tricked myself into believing,
That this pain would soon be gone.
But my mind was so misleading.
I have never been so wrong.

This darkness that once consumed me,
Has made a home inside my head.
It comes and goes when it pleases,
And tears my mind to shreds.

It gnaws at my sanity.
Leaving no trace of it behind.
Only leaving images of profanity,
And turning my sight of good will blind.

I am ready for my doom.
To live my life with this "cancer".
It would be wise to ready my tomb,
Since I will never recieve my answer.

I want to be free from theses chains.
To live happily every day.
But still my pain remains.
And it is here to stay.
Alex Acosta
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