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Dec 2018
Midnight tales don't
Do me well.
Warm milk can spill,
But can't fill this Hell

Within my head.
You'll like me dead.

Mom's hugs won't help,
I'll really **** myself.

I'm in Hell again.
This never ends.

The cycles bent.
I can't repent.

Follow suit.
This could be you.

Right now it's me.
No angel wings.

God is never wrong
He is never wrong
Misty Meadows
Written by
Misty Meadows  21/F/Pennsylvania
(21/F/Pennsylvania)   
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