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Mar 2019
Late at night or in the middle of the day,
voices sneak inside this *******-e-d up brain.
They yell and scream till my mind is tore,
making me think, there, is, no, more.

26/03/2019
SimpleWritings
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SimpleWritings  26/F/Malta
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