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Jan 2019
The voices in my head
                    are obese,
  feeding on my thoughts.

Gluttony of consuming
                           confusion.
              I'm starving,
I want my thoughts back.

But still they eat away at me,
                       from the inside.
Soon ill just be a nothing..

Just silence in a overweight mind.
Mental illness poem
Poetic T
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