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Aug 2019
Alone,
in the prison
that is my mind.

The jailbirds’ whispers
raise all the hairs on
my skin.

“Give up”
“You’ll never be good enough”
“Just end your
pathetic
miserable
life”

I cannot take
this torture
anymore.

So, I killed the jailbirds

Before they could **** me
Sylveen
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Sylveen  23/F/California, USA
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