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Jun 13
I write about
Singularity, and
But I suppose the truth is
I'm not lonely.
In fact,
I can't get these
People, these
Devils, these
Out of my head,
Out of this slit
in my brain
Out of the back
of my mind.
I wake up
Only to find
My state gets
As they grind,
They dull its pieces
They feed
on its pieces
And the voices are
They're booming
And they just get louder
As the clock is ticking
and my ears are ringing
and my eyes are stinging,
and my head is spinning,
Yet those
Voices are
Still clinging.
Jaxon Thomas
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Jaxon Thomas  13/M/Tennessee, US
(13/M/Tennessee, US)   
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