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Jan 2013
Holding back on the vocals inside,
Slipping slowly,
While the undead brain grows wide,
Creeping closely.
My heart stops pounding to the beat,
No blood in vain,
As the inside melts from the heat
Turning me insane.
The effort to stop it proceeding,
It hurts me,
Nothing heard, but I keep speaking,
It kills me.

I look upon hope for one day,
These unspoken words will make it's way,
To the person that I could say
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Neel Prakash
Written by
Neel Prakash  24/M/New Zealand
(24/M/New Zealand)   
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